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Card of Thanks 


In Memoriam 




Dedication 


Day Dreams 




Editorial Staff 


Exec. 




Board of Trustees 


Y. W. C. A. 




Faculty 


The Milledgeville Conven 


tion 


Senior Class 


Publications 




Senior Class History 


Societies 




Senior Class Will 


The Snow Angel 




Junior Class 


Clubs 




Junior Class Roll 


Dramatics 




Junior Class History 


Fire Brigade 




Sophomore Class 


Calendar, 191 1-12 




Sophomore Class History 


Jokes 




Freshman Class, 191! -12 


Azella 




Freshman Class History 


Directory 




Irregular Students 


Ads 





The Editors' sincerest thanks are due to Miss Susie Davison, Miss Ruth Shippen, 
Miss Anne Waddell, Mr. Paul Clark, Mr. Phil Shutze and Miss Fendlev Glass. 



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Editorial Staff 

EDITOR-IN-CHIEF 
Ruth Slack 

ASSISTANT EDITOR-IN-CHIEF 
Eleanor Pinkston 

BUSINESS MANAGERS 
Carol Stearns Fannie G. Mayson 

ART EDITOR 
Margaret Brown 

ASSOCIATE EDITORS 

Cornelia Cooper Annie Webe 

Mary Crcsswell Marie MacIntyre 

Anna Colquitt 



Board of Trustees 

S. M. Inman, Chairman .... Atlanta, Ga. 

F. H. Gaines, D.D Decatur, Ga. 

C. M. Candler Decatur, Ga. 

J. K. Orr Atlanta, Ga. 

J. G. Patton, D.D Decatur, Ga. 

George B. Scott Decatur, Ga. 

W. S. KeNDRICK, M.D Atlanta, Ga. 

John J. Eagan Atlanta, Ga. 

L. C. Mandeville Carrollton, Ga. 

W. L. Lingle, D.D Atlanta, Ga. 

G. K. Matheson, LL.D Atlanta Ga. 

Dunbar H. Ogden, D.D Atlanta, Ga. 

W. W. White Atlanta, Ga. 



Faculty 

F. H. GAINES, D. D. 
President 

NANNETTE HOPKINS 
Dean 

M. LOUISE McKINNEY 
Professor of English 

MARY L. CADY, B. A., M. A. 

(Bryn Mawr, Radcliffe, University of Berlin) 

Professor of History 
ANNA I. YOUNG, B. A. 

(Acnes Scolt College) 

Professor of Mathematics 
H. B. ARBUCKLE, M. A., Ph. D. 

(Hampden-Sidney, Johns Hopkins University) 

Professor of Chemistry, Biology and Geology 
J. D. M. ARMISTEAD, B. A., Ph. D. 

(Washington and Lee University) 

Professor of English 
LILLIAN S. SMITH, B. A., Ph. D. 

(Syracuse University, Cornell University) 

Professor of Latin 
JOHN I. ARMSTRONG, M. A., B. D. 

(1 lampden-Sidney College. Union Theological Seminary, Virginia) 

Professor of Philosophy and Bible 



BERTHA E. TREBEIN, B. A., M. A. 

(Wellesley College, Student at University of Berlin) 

Professor of German 
MARY F. SWEET, M. D. 

(Syracuse University, New England Hospital, Boston) 

Resident Physician and Professor of Physiology and Hygiene 

HELEL Legate, b. a. 

(Wellesley Colleje, University of Pans) 

Professor of French and Spanish 
E. A. MEINHARDT, B.A., M.A. 

(RadclifFe College) 

Professor of French and German 
CHARLES P. OLIVIER, B. A., M. A. 

(University of Virginia) 

Professor of Physics and Astronomy 
GERTRUDE SEVIN, Ph. B. 

(Syracuse University) 

Professor of Biology and Geology 
ANNA RICHARDSON, B. A. 

(Peabody College, Columbia University) 

Professor of Home Economics 
MARY E. MARKLEY. B. A., M. A. 

(Ursinus College, Columbia University) 

Adjunct Professor of Latin and English 

PEARL McCRORY 

Assistant in Biology 

MARY B. GUDE, Ph. B., Ph. M. 

(Umversity of Chicago) 

Adjunct Professor of History, Sociology and Political Economy 



LESLIE SAWTELLE, B. A. 

(Smith College, Wellesley College) 

Physical Director 

MRS. PARRY 
Director of Aesthetic Gymnastics 

JOSEPH Maclean 

Director Piano, Musical History, and Harmony 

C. W. DIECKMANN 
Piano 

CARRIE PORTER 
Piano and Voice 

CLEMENTINE McGREGOR 
Piano and Theory 

EDA BARTHOLOMEW 
Organ 

LEWIS JOHNSON 
Voice 

ANNA HUNT 
Violin 

LOUISE G. LEWIS 
Art and Art History 

MRS. NORTH 

Expression 

MARION BUCHER 
Librarian 

ROBERTA McCORD 

Superintendent of Practice 




Motto: "Age qu 



Flower: "While Ro 



Colors: "Blue and IVhite.' 



OFFICERS 

FIRST TERM SECOND TERM 

Mary Crosswell .... President May Joe Lott 

Marie MacIntyre .... Vice-President Carol Stearns 

Martha Hall Secretary and Treasurer . . Fannie G. Mayscn 

Poet .Antoinette Blackbl'rn 

Historian CoRNELlA CooPER 

Prophet Marie MacIntyre 

MEMBERS 

Antoinette Blackburn Carol Stearns 

Cornelia Cooper Ruth Slack 

Mary Crosswell Janette Newton 

Nellie Fargason Annie C. McLane 

May Jce Lott Marie MacIntyre 

Fannie G. Mayson Martha Hall 



HONORARY MEMBERS 
Miss Anna Richardson Dr. F. H. Gaines 



Alma Mater Song 

When far from the reach of thy sheltering arms, 

The band of thy daughters shall roam, 
Still their hearts shall enshrine thee, thou crown of the South 

With the memory of youth that has flown, 
Dear guide of our youth. 
Whose spirit is truth. 

The love of our girlhood is thine. 
Alma Mater, whose name we revere and adore, 

May thy strength and thy power ne'er decline. 

Agnes Scott, when thy Campus and halls rise to our mind. 

With the bright college scenes from our past. 
Our regret is that those years can ne'er return more. 

And we sigh that such joys could not last. 
Wherever they are. 
Thy daughters afar 

Shall bow at the sound of thy name. 
And with reverence give thanks for the standard that's thine. 

And the noble ideal that's thy aim. 

And when others besides us thy portals shall throng, 

Think of us who have gone on before. 
And the lesson that's graven deep into our hearts 

Thou shalt 'grave on ten thousand more. 
Fair symbol of night 
The purple and white. 

Which is purity without a stain. 
Knowledge shall be thy shield and thy fair coat of arms, 

A record without blot or shame. 



ANTOINETTE MILNER BLACKBURN 
M. L. S. 

Allanla, Ga. 





Tony is a lillle dear 

And there's not a person here 

Who would dare deny it. 
Of stature small and feature fair. 
With bright blue eyes and golden hair — 

A charming little soul! 
"Aurora" work is all her bent 
And many hours at this she's spent. 

With much success. 
In German too, she's quite a star, 
And her fame is spread both near and fa 

In der Gesellschaft. 



CORNELIA ELIZABETH COOPER 

M. L. S. 
Atlanta. Ga. 



Here is a girl of wisdom and knowledge. 

Scarce one knows more in the whole of our college. 

In all her classes with ease she doth star 

Where questions for others hard stumbling blocks are 

"Cornelia" with us, is for learnmg synonymous, 

One whom the professors can never non plus. 

And yet for all, this brain austere 

Shelters a heart both tender and dear. 




MARY CROSSWELL 
2 A 4. P. L. S. 

Greenville, S. C. 




And now our Mary Jane we see. 
Of tall and "sylpJi-l'ke" form is she; 
To her this was bequeathed last year 
And this her legacy she held quite de 
Of course she haies to pass it on, 
But Allie cries it must be done. 
We mention, too, her auburn hair 
Which is her crowning glory. 
And with this parting tribute fair 
We'll end the charming story. 



NELLIE FARGASON 

B. D. M. L. S. 
Dawson. Ga. 



There is a tall senior called Nell 

Whose height is five feet and an ell. 

To breakfast she comes in a swish and whirl, 

Bui never forgets her hair for to curl. 

For Home Economics she has quite a bent. 

And many long hours in lab has she spent; 

The object of this is quite easy to see — 

For she hopes some day a house wife to be. 




MARTHA HALL 
B. B. M. L, S. 

Adel. Ga. 




Mariha is our dainly lass. 
Fairest and sweelest in all ihe class: 
All her reports v/ilh A's aie filled, 
For in her books she is much skilled. 
And yet she has her troubles, loo. 
Which worry and fret and make her blu 
Until at night when she goes to rest. 
Her last words are, "I'm so distressed." 




MAY JOE LOTT 
M. L. S. 

Brunswick. Ga. 



Four years ago lo Agnes Scott 

From Brunswick came Miss May Joe Lott, 

And In this quiet and stalely lass. 

(Who would have dreamed what came to pass). 

In two years more, lo! what we see 

A clown, a fool, a jester, she! 




FANNIE GERTRUDE MAYSON 
M. L. S. 

Allanla, Ga. 





A wonderful orator here we see. 
And 'lis none olher than Fannie G. 
In College day she won her fame, 
And made for herself a name. 
As skilled in plays and in debale. 
Truly, indeed, a woman of stale. 
And here let us never forget — 
Business manager of the Silhouette! 




MARIE RANDOLPH MacINTYRE 
B. D. M. L. S. 

Atlanla, Ga. 



Here's to our fair Marie, 
Our maid of gay societee! 
Full many a year in Irulh shes spent, 
In the pursuit of knowledge intent; 
Yet plenty of lime she's easily found 
Blithely lo go the world around. 
And when at last she gels that dip, 
Away from here she'll quickly skip. 
And there in gay societee 
"We'll find again our fair Marie. 




ANNIE CHAPIN McLANE 
M. L. S. 

Pensacola, Fla. 





Many are the laurels won by you 

In Freshman, Sophomore and Junior, too. 

Scholarships 1 11 pass without comment 

For there s the presidency of student governi 

But yet a wreath of another kind. 

Is walling now your brow to bind. 

Its leaves are those of the tree of fate 

That grows in your fair and sunny stale, 

Where at some fast-approaching hour, 

You'll wear this branch, — the orange flowe- 





JANETTE NEWTON 
P. L. S. 

Gabbeltville, Ga. 



Janelle is skilled in many an art, 
In every ihmg she has a part; 
In P. L. S. she holds full sway. 
And at Exec she has her way ; 
As speaker she is quite the thing. 
At all the feasts she's asked to sing. 
'Tis said she worships at a fane 
And the idol there is H. B. Crane; 
But all of her ambitions meet 
In imitating Doctor Sweet. 
Her college course began at Proctor, 
And now we hear she'll end as Doctor. 




RUTH SLACK 
B. D. P. L. S. 

LaGranoe, Ga. 





There is a young lady named Slack, 
Whose deeds of perfection do smack, 
Oh, she can make cake, and she can spot slars. 
And she can describe ihe palXway of Mars. 
A long time ago these same stars foretold. 
That at Agnes Scott, a young lady bold. 
Would worry and edit and never forget 
The trouble she had with our "SILHOUETTE." 




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A part she "lakes" in 
She "lakes" the A's, 
She "lakes," she "lake 
She "lakes" our colds. 
Then at the Infirm ry 
Our money for Annu; 
This business manacer 



CAROL STEARNS 

M. L. S., i: A * 

Allanla, Ga. 



all our plays, 
she "takes" the B's, 
s" all that she sees, 
she "takes" our ills, 
she "lakes" their pills, 
.Is she "takes," you bet, 
of the Silhouette. 





Senior Class History 




"There is a relation betweer} our life and the centuries 
of time." — Emerson 

HE events of our ancient history we will not attempt to describe. Suffice it 
to say that the pleasures of early days ended with the Fall of the Home 
Empire and the Invasion of the College by the Freshmen. Then began the 
Dark Ages. These were indeed gloomy. It was a critical period in the 
history of our civilization when the mind in study and the body in gym. 
were tortured and strained and trained. From the Fresh-Soph fight we emerged trium- 
phant, however, with our name painted high upon the tank. Then life was pleasanter. 
Father Cady and Mother Ross were good to us, and we were won over to Sweet ways. 
The last half of the year we had a terrific struggle in an encounter with a Young enemy, 
who assaulted us fearfully with sines, cosines, and tangents. We came out scarred, but 
victorious to enter upon the second half of the Middle Ages, — the Sophomore Year. 

By this time we were quite civilized, as was soon evidenced by the preaching of Peter 
the Hermit (abas Ruth), who stirred up the Great Crusade against the Turks (alias 
the Freshmen). The obstreperous heathen being duly subdued, we ah! — buckled down 
to work in the lab and beat old Horace out on the anvils under the head Smith of the 
Latin shop. In the gym, too, there was a Merri-man who kept us dancing. We took 
the Seniors to the Georgia Tech game despite the resistance of the Freshmen. By this 
time we had the reputation of getting whatever we went after, whether in the athletic, 
social, or scholarly line. 



With so eventful a past, we entered upon the third period, — the Age of Reformation. 
'Twas hard to realize we were upper classmen, but we gradually reformed. We threw 
off Sophomore ways and childish plays to become good Juniors. We now spent four 
hours of every week downstairs in the Bible room, and found there an Arm-strong to 
help us. Under the guidance of the Freshmen, we had a pleasant trip to foreign countries 
on the third floor of Inman Hall. The Junior Banquet loomed next as the event of 
importance, and despite the fact that our president had measles and our vice-president 
was enjoying a trip to Europe, it went off without a hitch. 

Happily reunited, we began with joy the fourth or Modern Period, — that of Enlight- 
enment. (We got our Senior lamps) and Political Revolution. This last consisted in 
the fact that the officers of Student Government were now from our class, — Annie Chapin, 
as president, governing Rebekah Scott, and Janette as vice-president ruling in Inman, 
with Ruth editor of the Annual and Tony heading the Aurora. We still held the 
scholarship and the basket-ball championship. My, but we felt big! Grander still was 
the feeling when we were invested in cap and gown. In fact, most of us found our caps 
a little too small for our heads that day. And now mid-years are past, and graduation 
is coming soon. The development of our class through all its stages from ancient to 
modern history has been steady and sure. With such achievement behind us, what may 
not be the accomplishments of the future? 

Cornelia E. Cooper. 





Senior Class Will 



We, the undersigned members of the class of 1912, being of sound mind and disposing 
will, do hereby make our last will and testament to the class of 1913. 

Item I. We do hereby renounce any and all wills and testaments made heretofore. 

Item II. Nellie Fargason hereby bequeaths to Lavalette Kennedy Sloan her calm 
and dignified mien and also her "crushes" on the younger contingent of the Faculty. 

Item III. Frances Gertrude Mayson wills to Frances Roundtree Dukes her oratori- 
cal abihty and her love for the classics. To Eleanor Pinkston she hands down her love 
for domestic science. 

Item IV. Mary Sadler Crosswell wills to Allie Candler her sylph-like form, and 
to Margaret Roberts, her "red-headed" temper. 

Item V. Annie Chapin McLane hereby bequeaths to Emma Pope Moss "Jim's" 
middy blouse and her athletic tendencies. To Kathenne Hutcheson Clark she hands 
down the right to ring the rising bell and her skill therein. 

Item VI. Martha Hall gives to Mary Lois Enzor her pleasant (?) facial expression 
and her tendency to "loaf." 



Item VII. Carol Laken Stearns wills to Florence Smith her love of French, and to 
Maude Helen Smith her skillful manipulation of slang as taught at the "Forsyth." 

Item VIII. Jannette Newton wills to Margaret Roberts her bird-like voice (Ruth 
refuses to part with hers), and to Elizabeth Frances Joiner her protecting and watchful 
care of Inman Hall. 

Item IX. To Almira Eleanor Pinkston, Cornelia Elizabeth Cooper hereby bequeaths 
her love for certain members of the Faculty, and to Mary Louise Maness she wills her 
tendency to "bite" at everything. 

Item X. Mane Randolph Maclntyre wills to Grace Anderson her fluency in con- 
versation and her social accomplishments. 

Item XI. May Joe Lott, leading light on the American comic stage, bequeaths to 
Janie McGauhey her dramatic powers and her successes in this field. 

Item XII. Antomette Milner Blackburn bequeaths to Laura Mel Towers her knowl- 
edge of sines and cosines and also her mania for German. 

Item XIII. Ruth Abigail Slack hereby bequeaths to Katherine Hutcheson Clark 
her osculatory tendencies. 



Motto: "Speclemur Agendo.' 



first term 
Lily Joiner . 
Frances Dukes 
Emma Pope Moss 



Junior Class 



Flower: Daisy 



President . . 
Vice-President 
Secretary and Tr' 



Grace Anderson 
Kate Clark 

Allie Candler 

Frances Dukes 
Mary Enzor 

LiLLiE Lanier 

Janie McGaughev 



Colors : Orange and Blu 



second term 
Lavalette Sloan 
Emma Pofe Moss 
Laura Mel Towers 



MEMBERS 

Emma Pope Moss 
Mary Louise Maness 
Margaret Roberts 
Lavalette Sloan 
Florence Smith 
Helen Smith 
Eleancr Pinkston 



Laura Mel Towers 



HONORARY MEMBERS 



Dr. Sweet 



Miss McKinney 



Junior Class Roll 



I. Craca — She is modest and mild and meek as Moses 

And one of the stars of our class. 

In Latin she's first, in everything clever, 

With all she's a dear, model lass. 

II. Allie is fat, 
Allie is chubby, 

She chatters all the day ; 
Allie is bright, 
Allie is happy. 

She giggles life away. 

III. Kale IS the lady who opens the door 

To let m our callers on Saturday nights ; 
To her 'tis permitted to talk o'er the 'phone. 

To do which, you know, would be our delight. 

IV. See our musician "Fritzie" nick-named. 

Some day with her music she'll make our class famed; 
To go with her music is aesthetic "gym," 
Between both of these she hopes to catch "Him. " 

V. Though dignity and fatness do not agree. 
Just look at A/arp and both you will see; 

She presides o'er the book in our new "libraree." 
With a great deal of pomp and true "dignitee. " 

VI. Here's "Tillie," our clown; a good one is she, 
A better, indeed, there never could be; 

With antics so funny, she brings in the money. 
As clowns ought to be, she's unusually sunny. 

VII. Louise is quaint and sweet and shy, 
With brown, wavy hair and soft blue eye; 
With her antique jewelry and her hair in a curl. 

She could pose as a picture of the "old southern " girl. 



VIII. As birds of a feather flock together. 

So Janie and Grace together we see ; 
Not only in friendship, but also in knowledge. 

Together they're winning their way through the college. 

IX. Emma is stately and handsome and tall 
And president of a "Rebekah Scott" hall; 
When it is after ten by the clock, 

If we are not quiet, she'll give us a knock. 

X. "Ellie" studies stars; 

A star herself was she; 
When she played "Puck," 
We all were struck 

By her ability. 

XI. "Lipthing Margie" lipth tho sweet 
'Tith quite a thurprise to hear her thpeak; 
For see ith tall and dignified. 

And carrieth herthelf wiv very great pride. 

XII. Lavalelte is teacher's pet. 

Favorite of Miss Hopkins, too; 
Strange to say, she stays here yet. 

Though this she said she'd never do. 

XIII. Florence never has outgrown 

Her Freshnnan love for "crushes," 
With a box of fragrant flowers 
Oft to Miss Hopkins rushes. 

XIV. Now Helen is quiet, but full of dry wit; 
'Twill almost convulse you, if near her you sit; 
To hear her so calmly in matter-of-fact way 
Some odd funny statement or sentiment say. 

XV. "Lemmie" is a maid demure 

Of mathematic turn of mind (?) 
A member of "Exec" for sure. 
But always very just and kind. 



Junior Class History 




Dearest Old Lawson: 

HILE Mr. Armstrong gives a most learned dissertation on some vague 
and psychological phenomenon known as the third dementional element 
in a consideration of space I'll repose behind Laura Mel's somewhat slender 
and therefore ineffective back and scribble you a young volume on the 
news — political, intellectual and social — of the present extraordinary and 
unsurpassed Junior class. 

Oh, girl, we missed you when you couldn't come back and we miss you more and 
more as the days go on and you aren't here to giggle over our triumphs and weep over 
our defeats. We aren't such a tremendously big class when you set us "alongside" one 
like Smith, but we do stick together and we do plod cheerfully on toward that modern 
Utopia we're to reach next year — the Utopia minus everything 'cept caps and gowns. 
Senior lamps and Senior electives. 

Politically speaking, we're strictly on the inside track, and while Tilly Slowboy, Eleanor 
and Laura Mel hold down exec the rest of us hold down A. S. C. — or try to. There's 
just one objection we've always had, and that is that our honorable members show such 
unromantic and materialistic opinions concerning those hefty but adoring Decaturites who 
infest our front gates that we've never even managed so much as a little tame polite scan- 
dal within our maidenly rank — exec just dotes on us. 

Fifteen Juniors all in a row. 
Never a scandal to make any show; 
Wake up, freaks — let's one elope — 
Take away fourteen — let's appoint Pope! 

(Never mind, dear, you needn't rhapsodize — 'tis but the budding of Junior genius — 
may have another attack before I wear out). 

In our last class meeting we were voted on unanimously as the brightest Juniors in 
college, but personal modesty forbade our announcing the news publicly. This, therefore, 
sets you straight concerning our intellectual state, about which you seemed so needlessly 
alarmed — 

Gee, old girl, with Janie and Grace, 
No need to worry — they set the pace! 

We've always been sociably inclined — dost remember our Freshmen-Junior, then 
Soph-Senior blowouts — and we've developed our powers until they're to shine forth in 
untarnished splendor about Junior banquet time, but — 

Every little meeting has a meaning all its own. 

Every thought and feeling calls more money to be shown ! 



Yet who cares when for once in our hves we can be sports — dead-game sports — and 
parade before the envious eyes of gaping A. S. C. 

Now, speaking from the above-mentioned pohtical, intellectual, and social standpoint, 
I've told about all the news, but you mustn't think, fellow Junior, that just because I 
quit there that the other side you saw and loved isn't yet alive and flourishing. We 
may do some tall bragging and cut some tall capers, but deep down in our heart of hearts 
there's the same old resolve to make good if there's anything in us to make good with, 
and maybe when we do reach our Utopia we sha'n't be altogether unfitted to wear the 
caps and gowns as we make our last preparation for taking our places in the big old world 
beyond A. S. C. 

Feel one last poetic spark take flame: 

The Freshman's nose is out of joint, 
The Sophomore's joke has lost its point ; 
The Senior class is weeping. 

For the Junior girl is all the go, 
I tell you she is far from slow. 

In other classes leaping. 

Ha! Ha! Some clais to this, n'est-cepas? 
Yours till Niagara Falls. 

Lavalette. 



Soph 



Clc 



omore ^lass 



MoTTC: "Wor\. Live and Be Happy" Colors : Maroon and Cray 

FlcwER: Re J Carr.alion 

OFFICERS 

FIRST SEMESTER 

President Helen Brown 

Vice-President Essie Roberts 

Secretary Lottie May Blair 

SECOND semester 

President Martha Rogers 

Vice-President Jean Staples 

Secretary Frances Kell 

Treasurer ■ ZoLLIE McArthur 

Poet Anna Colquitt 

Historian Lottie May Blair 

MEMBERS 

Bertha Adams Annie Tait Jenkins 

LcTTiE May Blair Frances Kell 

Ruth Blair Kathleen Kennedy 

Helen Brown Linda Miller 

Mary Brown Lidie Mintfr 

Nell Clarke Zollie McArthur 

Theodosia Cobbs Ethel McConnell 

Anna Colquitt Louise McNulty 

Sarah Hansell Mary Pittard 

Ruth Hicks Essie Roberts 

Mildred Holmes Martha Rogers 

Gladys Huff Jean Staples 

Charlotte Jackson Margaret Wells 

HONORARY MEMBERS 

Miss Hopkins Miss Trebein 

Miss Young Miss LeGate 



Sophomore Poem 

"Work, live and be happy, molto ours, 
Guide of the Sophomores of this year 

I'd whom we look for strengthening powers 
Keep evermore thy presence near 

And thru the years be with us yet 
Lest we regret- — ^lest we regret. 

1 emptalions and vain promptings die. 
And worthless fancies by us go, 

Still calls a voice we can not fly 
A voice lo whom our all we owe. 

Motto ours, be with us yet 

Lest we regret — lest we regret. 

Dispersed; friends will no longer sway, 
On their support no longer lean; 

So from our strength of yesterday 
'Tis hard ourselves at once to wean; 

Benefit of mottoes, — guide us yet 
Lest we regret — lest we regret. 

If blinded by vain tempters sweet 

We keep not ihy small voice in mind 

And, stumbling, follow idle feel 

On paths thai thru temptations wind; 

Molto of ours, be with us yet 
Lest we regret — lest we recrel. 

Oh, erring hearts that will not heed. 
The voice of this our Sophomore year 

Which followed will to victories lead 
And make the future years more clear 

If such are found among our ralient score 
Guide — Mo!to of each Sopho 




Sophomore Class History 

5^ ROM time immemorial the word Sophomore has been a synonym for boast- 
fulness and we do not pretend that we have not lived up to the name — 
with a vengeance ! Therefore, we feel no compunction whatever m singing 
our own praises to the world, especially now that the year is drawing to an 
end when Sophomian claim us no longer. Therefore, we are going to 
indulge in one big, long, genuine Sophomore brag, that the future ages may not have 
to look back and mournfully say, "Would that we might know what that wonderful class 
of 1914 did, that we might profit by its noble example." (The brag has begun). 

It's a very commonplace thing to say that we entered college as the largest class on 
record, so we won't say it — but we did. 

However hard it is to do, we must sum up our successes, achievements and victories 
in a few words, so let it suffice to say that we have taken our share of glory in every 
phase of college life to say nothing of the spoils of war! Ask the Freshman! She 
may refuse to answer, not being compelled to intimidate herself, but, anyway, this is 
what happened : 

At two by the clock, on a morn so sold, 
A band of Sophs both bad and bold, 
A visit paid to the Freshmen sleeping. 
All innocent of the Soph'mores creeping. 

Right up to Freshie's little bed. 
To paint green "F's" upon her head. 
We stole with care and wicked stealth — 
For this was good for Freshie's health! 

Then came word from dear D. G. 
"Since Fresh and Soph can not agree. 
One day more is given to fight. 
But the thing must end that very night." 

To help the poor Freshies it was decreed 
That they should begin as they saw need ; 
It took those Freshmen all of a week. 
To think up anything even to speak ! 



But soon through "breaks" of Freshmen green. 
And wicked wiles of Soph'mores keen. 
Their little plan was opened out 
And all their hopes were dashed about! 

So now if you should give by chance 
To any Soph'mores room a glance, 
You there might see those banner's gay 
By Sophs from Freshmen stolen away ! 

A nice green effigy then was made; 
(The deed to Soph'mores must be laid). 
And you might have seen what Freshie saw. 
The burning of that Freshman of straw! 

Now, Freshman, dear, just list to this — 
To change my theme is not amiss; 
When you would stop a Soph'more party 
You should have some plans more hearty. 

For instance, when you get a thing 
Before you can of writing sing. 
Remember this — that Sophs are wise. 
And always beat you to the skies. 

It never pays for you to try 
To steal ice cream from Soph'mores shy. 
For they will catch you as they did — 
You still are just a little kid! 

One thing more and my story ends, 

We, like Robin, would make amends 

For all our faults and all our badness 

With ore good cheer for Fourteen and Agnes! 

Lottie May Blair, Historian. 



Freshman Class 191 1-12 



Motto: Lei us dare lo do our Jut}), 



e understand iC 
Flower: Dais\). 



Colors: Bla 



md Cold 



first semester 
Kate Richardson 
Mary Helen Schneider . 
Frances West .... 
Maude Gary, Anna Svkes 
Louise Warren 
Louelle Moore 



OFFICERS 

second semester 

President Harriet Converse 

Vice-President Martha Brenner 

Secrelary and Treasurer . Bert Morgan 

Executive Members .... Maude Gary, Anna Sykes 

Class Poet 

Class Historian 



Maricn Black 

Martha Brenner 
Mary Bryan 
Annie Pope Bryan 
Ruth Ccfer 

Harriet Converse 
Edna Duke 
Willie Mae Elkins 
Irene Flegal 
Maude Gary 
Jessie Ham 
Ethel Ham 
Mary Hamilton 
Louise Hutcheson 
Annie Irvin 
Annie Tait Jenkins 
Annie Kelly 
Mary Kelly 



MEMBERS 

Sallie Mae King 
Maude Lott 
LuLA Maddox 
Mable Meek 
LaNelle Moon 
Bert Morgan 
Louise McMath 
Gladys McMillan 
Lucy Naive 
Catherine Parker 
Grace Reid 

Kate Richardson 
Jean Staples 
Anna Sykes 
Edna Taylcr 
Grace Terrell 
Mary Wade 
Mary West 
Frances West 



Fresh 



man roem 



Nineteen-twelve as every one knows 

The old tradition of Leap Year goes, 

Is woman's opportunily. 

And so with great impunity 

The Freshmen at Agnes Scott ihis year 

Strive for a record bright and clear 

To aid in their future college career. 

This Freshman class, tho loyal and true. 

Is separated into divisions, two ; 

Cne of these parts consists of the grinds 

Who devoutly endeavor to feed their minds 

On Greek and Math and Botany loo. 

Who cram all day till their faces are blue, 

And in the wee hours of night, are not thro." 

The other part of our greatly loved class 

Are the loafers, who freely the hours pass; 

The society set, or ladies of leisure. 

Who spend all their golden moments in pleasure. 

But as all good honest girls must do. 

They "bone" enough to gel themselves thro' 

To obtain their A. B., which they madly pursue. 

But as a whole, our class is all right. 
And each little "Freshie" with all her might. 
Clings to the hope, the years rolling round. 
That she may grace a senior s gown ; 
And this is her soul-inspiring aim. 
That in the history of Agnes Scott's fame 
She may win for herself an honored name. 

Louise Warren. 



Freshman Class History 




EAR READER: — You say that you've studied Latin, Greek, music, 
science, geometry, astronomy, calculus, and all the liberal arts? Well, 
then, do you know of anything smaller, more insignificant, a more infinitesimal 
nothing, than a Freshman's reputation? Really, "Babies, we are considered; 
awful, we are thought to be;" and I fear even that does not express the 
depths of the Sophomore's feelings about us. 

Well do we remember that never-to-be-forgotten day, the 20th of September, 191 I, 
when we crossed the threshold of the famous and long-awaited Agnes Scott, really expect- 
ing to see all that stored up knowledge unfold to us in one miraculous panorama, while 
our ears still rang with those halloos of "Be careful! Write soon! Study hard! Don't 
forget this and don't forget that," and a thousand other things that father's old phonograph, 
set to order, couldn't keep. No wonder the most-learned Sophs — for they are all learning 
girls — stared, laughmg lightly, wondering how such kids ever reached here without their 
"mammas." 

Days followed, when names, books, meetings, were so rapidly packed into our little 
heads that the ding-dong of the rising bell could not have been distinguished from the 
evening chimes; when Miss McKinney's recitation room was thought to be the center of 
the universe; when such names as Sweets, some kind of Buckles, Smiths, etc., were so 
emphasized that we began to wonder if this were a blacksmith's shop where mince-pies 
were made, or a place where names were manufactured. But when first an "old girl" 
made a date for the M. L. S. or P. L. S. Prom., all doubts and perplexities fled. 

One morning at breakfast, as a fit compliment of our name "Babe, " we were presented 
with the merrily jingling, tingling rattler by our older and more dignified Sophomore col- 
lege-mates. (Could self-conceit add days to their years, oh, the grey-haired Sophs we'd 
have!) A few nights later as a rehef for our dazzling brilliancy, they daubed our faces 
with an abundance of green paint. So, the well-known Soph-Freshman fight followed as 
the inevitable result of the growing animosity. Then believe that science, music, geometry, 
calculus, all, have failed to find anything smaller, a more infinitesimal nothing than the 
dignity of those Sophs, when we got through with 'em ! 

This success seemed only to foreshadow greater ones to follow. So in the first of the 
series of basket-ball games between the Sophomores and Freshmen, we again bore off the 
laurels of victory. And I do not hesitate to say that no one of us will ever forget the 
celebration that night, when we Freshmen, ghost-hke in our long, white robes, flitted over 
the campus 'mid the blowing of horns, ringing of bells, beating of pans, and shouts of 
victory. 

As the miner discerns gold within the rugged and unattractive mass of ore, so others 
have recognized the latent talent and ability in our so-called "green" Freshman class and 
doubt not to predict for it greater historical annals in the years to come. Lifting the 
future's misty veil, they see before us a bright and prosperous career only typified by our 
college success. Sic fata dicant. 



Irregular Students 



Mary Anderson 
Jean Ashcraft 
Cherry Bomer 
Edith Brown 
Elizabeth Brown 
Elizabeth Bulcin 
Maude Chason 
Nell DuPre 
Everett Frierson 
Grace Goehegan 
Mignon Harlan 
Lillian Harper 
Lucile Harris 
Sammie Hereon 
Margaret Howser 
Mary Hyer 
Virginia Lee 

Fannie Marcus 
Anne Montgomery 
Louise McArthur 
Mildred McGuire 
Isabel Norwood 
Julia Nuzum ^ 
Mary Rawlings 
Mary Glenn Roberts 
Hazel Rogers 
Janie Rogers 
Pearl Rudish 

Katherine Summers 
Evelyn Walker 
Jean Wallace 

Beverly Anderson 
Louise Oberly 



Margaret Anderson 

Katherine Baker 

Olivia Bcgaski 

Gertrude Briesnick 
Margaret Brown 
Anne Browe?> 
Mary E. Champe 
Mae Curry 
Beth Duncan 
Minnie Hall 
Grace Harris 
Mary Harris 
Joyce Henderson 
Rosa Hill 

Susette Jcerg 
Martha Kelly 
Katherine Kennedy 
Gertrude McDowell 
Ruth McElmurray 
Rachel McEntire 
Louise McMath 
Lois Cunningham 

Flcrence Montgomery 
Ethel McKay 
Hazel Pettingell 
Mary E. Powers 
Almedia Sadler 
Ninuzza Seymour 
Mary Slade 
Lucy Vick 

Louise Warren 
Annie Webb 



3n Jilemoriam 

ilary g'tarkl^nusf 
IHargarrt WaabB 



" ®n eartf) tijc brofern artsi; 
3n Jlcaben tije perfect rounb.' 



Day Dreams 




OWN in the garden perched high in the old pear tree sat the child, hidden 
by the screen of white blossoms and held bound in that first of all en- 
chantments — a fairy-tale. She was bareheaded and barefooted and as 
she leaned over the book the wind tossed her short-bobbed hair into her 
eyes. A soft breeze rippled the leaves and sent a shower of white petals 
dov/n upon the brown head. On the lowest limb of the pear tree it discovered a little 
white sun-bonnet and set it swinging gently to and fro. 

"And the prince and the princess were married and lived happily ever afterward." 
The child closed the book and leaned back with a contented sigh. 

"I wonder if I'll marry a prince?" she said, half aloud, and then startled by her own 
voice in the stillness, she smiled, wrinkling her small freckled nose. 

"Maybe I will," she dreamed. "Maybe I'll be lost in a big, dark wood — dark and 
gloomy and dreadful — and there'll be wild beasts and dragons, " she shivered at the 
awfulness of the thought, "and I'll be so lonesome and scared and then a beautiful prince 
will come riding by on a 'snow-white charger' and he'll stop all his knights and ladies and 
come over to me and take me up on his horse and carry me to his palace all made of gold 
and beautiful stones — diamonds and rubies and emeralds — and we'll be married and 
live happily ever afterward." The child wriggled her white toes blissfully along the limb 
of the pear tree. 

"Oh, yes, and on the way we'll stop at a house and we won't know it, but the old 
woman that lives there will be a witch and she'll steal me and hide me 'way up in a 
1 igh, high tower and the prince won't be able to find me and he'll send out his courtiers 
and heralds and they'll look and look for me. After a long, long time one day the 
prince will be wandering by in the deepest despair and he'll hear me singing and call me 
a-d I'll answer and let down my beautiful golden locks to him." She looked wistfully 
at her short brown hair, "and he'll climb up and find me. Then he'll take me in his arms 
and climb down the great vine which grew up the tower and we'll run away and I'll be 
a queen, " the small head was raised with a sudden assumption of dignity, "and I'll wear 
beautiful, beautiful dresses. Oh, yes, and I forgot, while he can't find me he'll dress in 
deep black and he'll 'refuse to eat or drink' until " 

A queer sort of a screech, the sound of hurrying steps and a small freckled-faced boy 
apneared under the pear tree. 

"I knew I'd find you here, " he said triumphantly. "Hurry up and come on down. 
There's a circus unloading in the lot just back of our house and we can sit up on top of 
our chicken-coop and watch them." 

There was a long-drawn "Oh-h-h-h" from the top of the pear tree and a small figure 
came scrambling down, swinging lightly from hmb to limb. In her haste she dropped 
the Fairy Tale Book and it fell face downward upon the grass. Wheeling, the child 
slipped to the ground and began hurriedly putting on shoes and stockings. 



"What are you doing barefooted?" the boy asked, for the first time discovering the 
fact. There was reproof in his tone. 

The child looked up guiltily. "I — I — just slipped them off for a minute to see — to 
see how I would feel." 

"Well, hurry up!" the boy said impatiently. 

The child sprang up quickly, anxious to make him forget past sins. 

"I'll beat you to my gate," she challenged. 

"Bet you won't," he retorted. 

"One, two, three, " she counted, and they were gone. 

Under the pear tree, face downward, the Fairy Tale Book lay forgotten. 

II 

The tiny new leaves on the pear-tree rustled softly, the sunshine flickered through 
them upon the grass, the white blossoms shook down their soft petals like snowflakes, and 
the girl in the hammock swung gently to and fro. 

Intent upon her book, she had forgotten the sunshiny spring afternoon and was lost 
in a world of romance — that old, old world where men have wooed and maids been 
won since the beginning of things. 

Time passed. The leaves rustled, the sunshine played upon the grass, and the soft 
petals drifted down, but the girl went on reading, unmindful of it all. 

One she stirred and again she adjusted her pillows and leaning upon her elbow, her 
chin in her hand, bent further over her book. She had reached the last page. Her 
lips were parted, the color came and went in her cheeks, and her dark eyes shone like 
stars. The thrilling moment came, the maid said "Yes," and, "held close in her lover's 
arms she felt his kiss of undying love upon her lips. In that kiss their souls met never 
to be parted. " 

The novel was ended. 

The girl sank back upon her pillows with a sigh of perfect content. "If only some 
one would propose to me like that," she whispered under her breath. "I hope the man 
I marry will look just like Lord Windergrath in the book. He'll be very, very striking- 
looking and so stern and indifferent, that is, with everybody but me, and he'll fall in 
love with me at first sight and he'll lead me out on a balcony in the moonlight and talk 
to me of books and music and poetry. We'll understand each other so beautifully, and 
he'll quote long passages to me on love and say all sorts of beautiful things. Whenever 
I come into the room where he is, he'll always turn to me with one of his 'rare smiles,' 
and there'll be 'worlds of meaning in his dark eyes,' and he'll be very, very rich and 
have lots of automobiles and — and when he proposes to me he'll kneel before me and 
say he knows he isn't worthy of me and I'll " 

But the dream was interrupted just then by a shrill whistle. The girl puckered her 
lips and tried to answer, but the sound that came from them was so faint that she laughed 
at her own attempt. 



"Is that the best you can do?" called a teasing voice, and a youth came striding down 
the garden path. 

"You didn't give me time," she defended, "I always have to try two or three times 
before I can whistle." 

'A poor excuse is better than none,' " he teased. 
"I don't care," she retorted. "You know I never could whistle. Won't you sit 
down and make yourself at home? " 

"Humph! You're polite, I must say. Where do you expect me to sit, on the 
ground? I don't see any signs of your giving me the hammock." 

He had reached her by now and picked up the novel before she could stop him. 
"Say, what's this you've been reading?" 

She reached for it, but he was too quick for her. "It's only a book Sue lent me," 
she said. Give it back — please." 

"Well, I guess I might as well sit down and take a look at it. I don't know any 
place to sit, though." 

"Sit down over there by the tree," she suggested, seeing it was hopeless to try to get 
back her book. "You needn't put on airs, you know you've sat on the ground before." 
He dropped down in front of the tree and leaned back against it. 
"I reckon I'll have to, since I haven't anything else to sit on. Now if I were only 

Jim I might " 

A pillow came flying through the air aimed at his head. He dodged adroitly and 
caught it. 

"Thank you so much," he said with an air of the greatest politeness. "This will 
make me much more comfortable." 

"I wish you'd hush!" she exclaimed indignantly. "I can't stand Jim Monroe and 
you know it. " 

He regarded her with the most innocent expression upon his face. Perhaps in reality 
he was thinking how pretty she looked with her flushed cheeks and dark eyes and hair, 
but if so his next remark gave no hint of it. 

"The Lovers of Lucinda" he read aloud. Sentimental trash, I'll bet you a dollar. " 
"It isn't," she declared. "It's perfectly grand." 

"Is the hero named Jim?" he inquired with a shy glance in the direction of the 
hammock. 

Another pillow came flying through the air. 

"So much obliged. Please send me just one more to lean my weak little arm upon." 
"Wretch!" was the only reply. 

"Shall I read you the end of the book?" he inquired politely. "It is so dramatic." 
"No, I've read it," she replied shortly. 

"Then I'm sure you'll enjoy hearing it again, especially this beautiful passage. Just 
listen," in mock admiration, "She rushed toward him and clasped in each other's arms 
they fell senseless at each other's feet. The " 



"Robert Winthrop, you're making it every bit up. If you don't hush I'll " 

He looked at her with such a droll expression on his face that she burst out laughing. 

So the afternoon passed. The sun was sinking, the sky was filled with a golden light. 
The air began to grow chill. It was time to go in. Together they walked up the path, 
he still teasing her and she retorting, sometimes in pretended indignation, sometimes with 
laughter. 

At the gate they paused to say good-bye. The light of the late afternoon sunshine fell 
upon the girl as she stood there and touched her dark hair with streaks of gold. Her 
eyes were dreamy and dark and full of merriment. Once more he thought how pretty 
she looked, but this time he leaned forward and spoke. 

"Say," he said awkwardly, "You look mighty good this afternoon." 

She raised her eyes to his, with a look of wonder, surprised at this from Rob. The 
color deepened in her cheeks. 

"Thank you," she said. 

And "The Lovers of Lady Lucinda" lay forgotten under the pear tree. 

III. 

It seemed an ideal spring afternoon. The person under the pear tree evidently thought 
so, for her eyes kept straying out across the waving expanse of green and her thoughts 
wandered far from the book she was reading. She was no longer a "mere slip of a 
girl," but "a woman grown" now, with a new sweetness m her face and a certain charm 
that she had never possessed before. 

As usual she was reading, but this time it was only an attempt for her thoughts jour- 
neyed far from her book. She was thinking of the things she had imagined as a child 
and the fancies she had had as a girl. 

"I hope," she murmured softly to herself, "that I have learned to be sensible a little 
bit, but," she added, and a smile crept about the corners of her mouth, "I still have my 
dreams — only they're different." 

She was dreaming again. She laid her book down in the swing and leaned back. It 
was useless to try to read when one had such pleasant things to think about. 

"And the little house will be white with roses running over it because he said I could 
have it that way and there'll be a lawn and perhaps a pear tree somewhere, maybe in the 
garden. I'd rather have a dear little one-story cottage because it will be so much 
less expensive and more convenient and," she added as a sudden thought struck her, "I 
used to want a palace and lots of money." She smiled at what she called her own 
ignorance. There was more dreaming about "the little house," but it soon became a dream 
about something — or rather somebody — more important. "He's so tall and broad- 
shouldered and nice-looking and — and so — so nice." She laughed a little at her own 
self, but the dreams went on. 

A tall figure had come down the path, but she did not see him until he stood before 
her. 



"Why, Rob!" she exclaimed. 

"Sweetheart," he said. 

As they sat together in the swing he reached for the book, but she caught his hand. 

"You can't have it," she said. 

"Please," he urged. 

She shook her head. 

"Why?" he persisted. 

"Because " 

Again he reached for the book, but this time also she was ahead of him. 

"Please let me just see the title," he begged. 

"No," she said positively, and put the book behind her. 

He made another attempt, but this time he tried "moral 'suasion." 

"Dear," he said, tilting her chin and looking down into her eyes, "Please let me 
see it, won't you, sweetheart?" 

"Moral suasion " conquered. 

"Will you be real good?" she asked. 

"I'll try to," he promised. 

"And not laugh? " 

"I promise solemnly on my word of honor." 

She watched him shyly, but with laughter in her dark eyes as she pulled it out and 
held it up before him. 

He leaned forward and read the title aloud: 

"Mrs. Hill's New Cook-Eook." 

Sarah G. Hansell. 




Whoop la! whoo! 
Exec's got you. 
Tho" you're scared a sickly tan 
Why weep and wall? 
Tears won't avail. 
Stand and take it like a man. 




JOlNLIi 
SLCR.ETARY 



Officers Students' Government 




Student Government Association 

President Annie Chapin McLane 

Vice-President Janette Newton 

Secreiary ' Elizabeth Jciner 

Marshal Eleancp Pinkston 

SENIOR CLASS MEMBERS 
May Jce Lgtt Mary Crosswell 

JUNIOR CLASS MEMBERS 
Laura Mel Tcwers Mary Enzor 

SOPHOMORE CLASS MEMBERS 
Kathleen Kennedy Marguerite Wells 

FRESHMAN CLASS MEMBERS 
Maude Cary Anna Sykes 



Y. W. C. A. Cabinet 



President Mary Enzor 

Vice-President Margaret Anderson 

Secretary Annie McLane 

Vice-Secretary Margaret Wells 

Treasurer LiLY Joiner 

Devotional Commillee Hazel Pettingell 

Bible Study Commillee Mary HARRIS 

Intercollegiate Commillee LcTTiE May Blair 

Missionary Commillee JaNETTE Newton 

Social Committee Laura Mel Towers 




^ HE Young Women's Christian Association was organized at Agnes Scott in 
1 906 to fill a need in student life which study and athletics can not satisfy. 
It was organized with the aim of "bringing every girl to Christ, building them 
up in Christ and sending them out for Christ." Springing from a small 
Christian band, the Association has grown with the college, the different 
phases of the work being carried on by some committees in active work throughout the year. 
Those who have held the position of president during its short history are Misses Sarah 
Boals, Maude Hill, Margaret McCaUie, Irene Newton, Mary Wallace Kirk and Mary 
Enzor. 

In 1 908, the Association undertook half the support of Miss Mary Thompson, an Agnes 
Scott alumna, in her missionary work in China, and each year the amount is loyally raised 
by student and faculty through systematic giving. Interest in missions is further shown 
by a large enrollment in the eight mission study courses offered by the Association. 

A new phase has been introduced in the Bible study work this year. Six courses of 
study are given during the Sunday school hour, and the choice between these and classes 
in International Sunday School Lessons is offered. Practically every student in college 
is enrolled in one of these classes. 

The enthusiastic interest of the students in the Y. W. C. A. work has recently been 
manifested by the building of a cottage on the Blue Ridge Conference grounds at Black 
Mountain, N. C, and a larger delegation than ever before will attend the next summer 
conference. 

The work of the Association this year has been very successful in nearly every way. 
Over ninety per cent, of the students are enrolled as members, but that can not be taken 
as a very reliable test of success in itself. The influence of the Association is felt by the 
entire student body in every phase of college life. Very quietly, but very surely, it is 
doing the work for which it was organized. M. L. E. 



THE MILLEDGEVILLE CONVENTION 

OF THE 

Georgia Students' Missionary League 

MILLEDGEVILLE, GEORGIA 

November 12-15, 1911 



DELEGATES 

Marion Black Ethel McConnell 

Ruth Hicks Charlotte Jackson 

Mildred Holmes Mary Pittard 

Lily Joiner Hazel Pettingell 

Miss McCrory, Chaperone 



Milledgeville! The word is inspiration! All the delightful fun, the interesling people, ihe con- 
genialily of fellow delegales, the enthusiasm of kindred minds and the helpfulness of a conference are 
wrapped up in the name. The nine A. S. C. girls who attended the Georgia Students' Missionary League 
in the historic old town of Milledgeville will not soon forget those three days when even nature put 
out her finest welcome to the delegates. They will not soon forget the hospitality of the beautiful old 
homes for which the town is famous. Nor will they lose the inspiration from such men and women 
as Doctors Foster, Forsythe, Hounsell, Miss Helen Crane, and others. And what shall we say of 
the inspiration from the fellow students and especially those student volunteers on the platform, and 
we believe that Milledgeville will not soon forget the enthusiastic and congenial delegation that 
never failed to occupy the second row front at every meeting; and the delegation thai boasted 
as honorary members such dignitaries as Miss Helen Bond Crane and Doctor Forsythe. 

Agnes Scott herself must ever look back upon the night the delegation made its report as one of the 
best of the Sunday evening services. The best because the girls who look part had found a new and 
enthusiastic meaning to life, because of a new and vital purpose. H. PettingELL. 



Lillle Blue Flower, 
Where art thou now 
How shall I win thee. 
How? Tell me hew! 

For a moment 1 hold thee 
And then thou art gone 

lell me. thou wanton, 
Where hast thou flown? 

1 crawl for thee, leap for thee, 
Climb for thee, cling; 

But only to catch 

Just the wind of thy wing. 

But little Blue Flower, 
I shall slill follow thee; 
And life shall lovely 
And Wonderful be. 




Silhouette Staff 



Edilor-in-Chief Ruth Slack 

Assistant Editor-in-C"lief EleanCR PinkSTON 

Business Managers Carcl Stearns, Fannie G. Mayson 

Athletic Editor Marie MacIntyre 

Art Editor . Margaret Brown 

Y. W. C. A. Editor Annie Webb 

I Cornelia Cooper 

Associate Editors |- Anna Colquitt 

J Mary Crcsswell 




Aurora Staff 

Editor-in-Chief Antoinette Blackburn, M. L. S. 

Associate Editor Lavalette Sloan, P. L. S. 

Business Manager ElMMA PcPE Moss, P. L. S. 

Assistant Business Manager LoTTlE May Blair, M. L. 5. 

Local Editor Laura Mel Towers, P. L. S. 

Exchange Editor FanNIE G. MaYSON, M. L. S. 



Springtime and You 



When all along the 

As far as eye can see. 

There hangs a cloud of Emerald lir 

O'er every maple tree. 
When robins sing their mating songs 

And all the sky is blue, 
'Tis then my heart is prone to sing 

Of Springtime and of you. 

When violels cast their purple shade 

Beside the singing brook. 
And nature tells a lovelier tale 

Than any story book ; 
When every breeze is fragrant 
And the rose is kissed with dew; 
'Tis then my heart is want to sing 

Of Springtime and of you. 

But now the skies are turned to grey 

And violets are dead; 
And merry birds have flown away 

And blithesome songs have fled. 
But still there creeps into my heart 

A longing deep and true, 
And I am prone to sing, dear heart, 

Of Springtime and of you. 



Hazel Pettingill, '14. 



The Song 



The bird first sang to the Jasmine flower. 

Sang the song of life for an hour; 
Told of dreams that haunt and linger. 

Told of thoughts so brave and lender. 

The sun came out from neath its bower. 

Heard the song of life for an hour; 
The trees then bent near to listen, 

Each flowereh pure began to glisten. 

The bird now hushed the song of an hour. 
The sun crept back to its lonesome bower; 

But the song left the world all brighter. 
Left the Jasmine flowers much whiter. 

LiDIE TORREY MlNTER. 




'?4kUl- QAv-Ly-- 



Mnemosynean Literary Society 

OFFICERS 

FIRST TERM 

President Nellie Farcason 

Vice-President May Joe Lott 

Secretary Margaret Roberts 

Corresponding Secretary LoTTIE May Blair 

Treasurer Grace Harris 

Critic Theodosia Cobbs 

Censor " LouiSE McNuLTY 

Librarian Annie Webb 

SECOND TERM 

President Hazel Pettingell 

Vice-President ... Theodosia Cobbs 

Secretary Lottie May Blair 

Corresponding Secretary MARGUERITE WelLS 

Treasurer Gertrude McDowell 

Censor MiSS MaRY Champ 

Critic Miss Anna Sykes 

Librarian Charlotte Jackson 




HALL 



eoBtftJs 




HARRIS 



KLNNlDY" 




BLACK BORN 



Propylean Literary Society 

OFFICERS 

FIRST TERM 

President RuTH Slack 

Vice-President Laura Mel Tcwers 

Secretary Janette Newton 

Vice-Secretary Margaret Anderson 

Censor Emma Pope Moss 

■Critic Allie Candler 

Sergeanl-at-Arms ZoLLIE McArthur 

second term 

President Janette Newton 

Vice-President Mary Crosswell 

Secretary Frances Dukes 

Vice-Secretary Jean Staples 

Censor Mary Champe 

■Critic Anna Sykes 

Sergeanl-at-Arms EvELYN WalKER 



The Snow Angel 




T was early in February. The shadows of night had already enveloped the 
city, and the streets were thronged with the usual crowds at the end of the 
day. From a grayish sky, a soft, warm snow fell steadily, covering every 
pavement and walk with its crystal whiteness and throwing its mystic spell 
over every passer-by, until an atmosphere of good nature shone on each face and a note of 
merriness might be detected in every city sound. Under their increasing weight of white- 
ness, the street lamps began to sway and sputter, and the lights in the display windows 
glowed warmly mto the outer darkness. 

Up the street came a shrill, clear voice: 

"Paper, mister. Last edition. All about the murder." 

He was a little fellow to have such a penetrating voice, and he wandered along, seem- 
ingly unconscious of the fact that papers were not selling and that the snow was begin- 
ning to sift down his unprotected throat. In front of Brownmg's Art store he stopped, 
shifted his papers, wiped the ragged coat sleeve across his wet face and stood motion- 
less looking at a large copy of the Sir Galahad. Half aloud, he muttered to himself: 

"That's the guy teacher told us about. He's a queer sort. Think I'll get a book and 
read about him. " 

The next day the Librarian in the Juvenile Department of the Public Library bent at 
her task of helping little hands of all varieties to reach the gay colored volumes along its 
many shelves. 

"Hello, Jimmie," she smiled, as a towseled-headed little fellow appeared. "You 
haven't come back for more Pirate stories?" 

"Say," he answered, "I'm after something different. You know that fellow what 
looks like a girl standing by the head of a circus horse in a park?" 

The Librarian looked in dismay. 

"I seen him in the picture store. Teacher told us all about him once a long time ago." 

"Was it Sir Galahad? " 

"You bet," answered the boy, yet not impolitely. 

"There's a shelf of books about him over there," pointed the Librarian. "Just help 
yourself." 

When the lad returned, some five minutes later, he found the Librarian chatting gaily 
with a young girl. She was a slender mite of a girl with rosy cheeks and a sparkle of 
winter freshness in them. 



"What books do the boys read," she asked as she looked at the httle fellow, waiting to 
get "The Knights of King Arthur" checked off. 

"That's a good tale," she smilingly assured the boy. "It's good reading. You will 
hke it." 

There was something in the girl's smile that clung to the boy all afternoon. Whenever 
he looked at the book, he thought of the girl. Day after day, he found himself weaving 
strange and new thoughts around her, until she came to stand for him ideal and he called 
her his Snow Angel. 

It was the week before Easter that young Doctor Allen stopped his car before a country 
home in the suburbs of the city, and, with a light, boyish step, ran up the long walk and 
pounded the brass knocker on the door. Beneath his grey overcoat, his own heart was 
pounding a boisterous tattoo. Where is there any young man whose heart would not pound 
when calling on the girl of his choice a week before his wedding day? He was sure the 
girl would answer his knock, herself, and he was right. In a moment the door was flung 
wide and a warmth of light streamed out to welcome him. In the middle of it stood a 
girl of perhaps twenty, though so slight a thing that she looked much younger. She wore 
a soft dress of creamy wool, and around her shoulders was thrown a scarf of warmest 
crimson. 

Their greeting over, she led him to a great chair before the fireplace and they talked 
together of the happy week before them and then of the greater future. 

"My dress is lovely," she smiled, as she looked up into his fine, strong face. "Every 
thing is so lovely. Why don't more girls choose Easter for their wedding day? I saw 
the first robin this morning and a crocus is in blossom. They will be radiant by next 
week." And thus they talked till the fire burned low and he lifted her small hand to his 
lips in a fervent caress. 

The telephone bell rang loud and steadily. He arose to answer it. 

"I think it's for me, as usual," he laughed. 

In a moment he returned. 

"I'm sorry, little girl, I have to go. There's a boy down on Water street dying with 
pneumonia. The old doctor asked me to go. It's bad weather for the poor in a city 
like this. " 

She looked up into his deep eyes and reached her hands up to his square shoulders. 
"It's bad weather," she said, "for any one. Be careful, Mr. Doctor, lest the blind lead 
the blind. " 



The door closed behind him and he ran down the walk toward his machine. Half way 
to the city it stopped. He tried to start it again, but failed. And then he remembered. 
He had forgotten gasoline, in his haste to get to the girl — and the tank was empty. It 
was a full two miles to the electric line and not a house in sight. It was a beastly night 
under foot. The melted snows, a foot deep, spread out over the country road. In his 
doctor's heart he knew the long, wet walk would be perilous ; yet there was but one thing 
to do. He drew out his watch. It was early. If he could make it, there was still time 
to catch the last city-bound car. 

Two hours later. Dr. Allen bent over a tossing lad on a tenement bed. In his fever 
the boy was wildly delirious and kept begging in disconnected sentences for a vision he 
could not see. 

"I ain't found her yet. Oh, Lord, I ain't seen her. I looked everywhere — but she's 
gone. Please, angel, come to me — please come. " 

At four o'clock in the mornmg the doctor, in his own apartment, pulled off his damp 
clothes and sank wearily for a few hours' of rest. 

"Dear Lord," he prayed; "help the boy to find his angel — and keep mme through all 
the days to come." 

As he sank into sweet unconsciousness, it occurred to him that he might share his angel 
with the boy. 

The next morning. Dr. Allen telephoned the girl. 

"Mary," he said, "I'll stop for you at ten o'clock. I want you to make a call with 
me." 

As they left the house the girl snatched a handful of roses from a jardiniere and pinned 
them to her coat. The boy was still tossing in delirium when they reached the tenement. 
Dr. Allen stepped to the hall and motioned to the girl. She came on tip-toe and bent 
over the sick child's bed, stripping the roses of their thorns, meanwhile, and laid them 
beside the lad's feverish face. At the touch of their cool fragrance, he reached for them 
and a dawn of consciousness crept into his eyes. A smile broke over his flushed face, 
and he reached out his arms. 

"Oh, Angel," he cried. "My Angel, you have come." And then the little, sleepy 
eyes, toward which the world had not held many angels, slept. 

It was a beautful Easter. The sun had keep under a cloud for a week awaiting the day, 
and seemingly had stored up warmth and gladness. The spring flowers had budded a 
week before, then waited, and on this morning had burst into freshest beauty. Even the 
Sirds had arrived just in time for the Easter carol. All nature was glorious with life. 



But, in the hospital across the city, there were none of these. Only fear and waiting and 
watching. The greatest doctors of the state held consultation and waited. 

"Dr. Brown has little hope," said one. "The fever takes 'em so fast." 

At last the old doctor entered the room. The men sprang up tense with waiting. "For 
God's sake " 

"Boys," he sobbed, "sit down, every man of you. It's Easter, men. He gave his life 
for the sake of a lad a week ago. There is a smile on his lips. Life is riches for him — 
there is no death there. But for her! Oh, Lord, for her — the girl! It will kill her." 

There were long, long days for thought that followed. Spring was kind in her sym- 
pathy. There were hours when the old doctor and the girl walked together beneath the 
lilacs, and when they parted, there was a glory in her face that was not born of earthly joy. 

When she entered the University, they said she was too frail for the severity of medical 
training. But when she stood before the entrance committee, she won her way. 

"It is not in my power to stop her," said the head examiner. "There is something un- 
usual about the girl. They say she was to have married young Allen last Easter. I think 
she intends taking up his work. Did you watch her face? Men, to most of us, medicine 
is a profession. To that little girl, it is a High Calling. Let us pray God, we may catch 
her spirit." Hazel Pettingill, '14. 




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MEMBERS 



Nellie Fargason 
Martha Hall 
Marie MacIntyre 
Ruth Slack 
susette joerg 
GussiE O'Neal 
Mary Champe 
Essie Roberts 
Edna Taylor 



Anna Colquitt 
Louise McNulty 
Beverley Anderson 
Minnie Hall 
Lois Cunningham 
Ethel McKay 
Sarah Hansell 
Kate Richardson 
Evelyn Walker 



NiNUZZA Seymour 




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Ruth Marion Anne Waddell 




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Louise Warren . Louisville, Ga 

Mary Slade Columbus, Ga 

Louise McMath Columous, Ga. 

Ruth Bene Union Springs, Ala. 

Olivia Bccacki Montgomery, Ala. 

Mary Crcsswell Greenville, S. C. 

Ruth McElmurray Waynesboro, Ga. 

Carol Stearns AlUnla, Ga. 






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Mascot: Vixen 


Favorite Flower: Canl(er-Blos5om 


Favorite Colors: Green 


Favcrite Animal: "Varminl" 


"Je" Hall 


"Katze" McElmusray 


"Ich" Anderson 


"Chid" Warren 


"Sal" Converse 


"Mac" McMath 




Wild Westerners 

Lillian Harper Arkansas. 

Lcis Cunningham Texas 

LuciLE Harris Arkansas 

Lucy Vick Arkansas 

Mary Brown Arkansas 

Elizabeth Brown Arkansas 

Mary Powers Arkansas 

Mabel Meek Arkansas 




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Favorite Song: "Carr^ me back '" °U Virginia" Favorite Drink: Old Dominion Beer 

Favorite Dress: Hofflin Middy Suits Favorite Occupation: Showing Verbal Loyally to our State 



ACTIVE MEMBERS 

Beverly D. Anderson 
Katherine D. Baker 
Mary E. Champe 

Mary E. Hamilton 



HONORARY MEMBERS 

Miss Nannette Hopkins 
Miss M. L. McKinney 
Dr. J. D. M. Armistead 
Mr. J. I. Armstrong 
Dr. C. p. Olivier 




Sandlapper-Tar Heel Club 



Margaret Anderson North Caro 

Jean Ashcraft Norih Caro 

Lottie May Blair North Caro 

Mary Crosswell South Caro 

Elizabeth Bulgin North Carol 

Rosa Hill South Caro 

Virginia Lee North Carol 

Mildred McGuire North Carol 

Miss Calhoun South Carol 

Miss Richardson South Carol 

Mr. MacLean South Carol 



Alabama Club 



Bertha M. Adams Pineapple 

Marion Black Montgomery 

Ruth Blue Union Springs 

Olivia Bccacki Montgomery 

Edythe Brown Dolhan 

Mary Bryan Birmmgham 

Kate Clarke Montgomery 

Theodosia Cobbs Mobile 

Edna Dukes Heflin 

Mary Enzcr Troy 

Janie Farmer Dothan 

Everett Frierson Audalusia 

Grace Gohegan Birmingham 

Jessie Ham Elba 

Grace Harris Mobile 

Mary Harris Mobile 

Margaret Houser Anniston 

Charlotte Jackson Tuscumbia 

LuLA Maddox Birmingham 

LiDA Minter Tyler 

Hattie Montgomery Birmingham 

Roberta Morgan Heflin 

IsABELLE Norwood Montgomery 

Julia Nuzum Tuscaloosa 

Hazel Rogers Panola 

Janie Rcgers Gainesville 

Almedia Sadler Sheffield 

Lucile Scarborough Choccolocco 

NiNUZZA Seymour Montgomery 

Laura Mel Towers Birmingham 

HONORARY MEMBERS 

Miss Louise G. Lewis Tuscaloosa 

Miss Pearl McCrory Prairieviile 





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Glee Club 



Margaret Brown 
Mary Bryant 
Anna Colquitt 
Harriet Converse 
Nell Clark 
Rosa Hill 
Lily Joiner 

Marie MacIntyre 



Florence Montgomery 
Isabel Norwood 
Julia Nuzum 
GussiE O'Neal 
Hazel Rogers 
Almedia Sadler 
Evelyn Walker 
Marguerite Wells 




South Georgia Club 



Mae Curry 

Harriet Converse 
Margaret Roberts 
Louise Oberly 
Martha Hall 
Maude Lott 
Ethel McKay 
Sarah Hansell 
Fannie Marcus 
Louise McArthur 
Mildred Holmes 



Annis Kelly 
Frances Dukes 
Louise McNulty 
Anna Colquitt 
May Joe Lott 
Gertrude Briesenick 
Edna Taylor 
Pearl Rudick. 
Maude Chason 
Nell DuPree 
Ruth Hicks 



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Beamtinnen 

Prasidenlin Antoinette Blackburn 

Vice-Prasidenlin Eleanor Pinkston 

Sekrelarin K.ATE ClaRKE 

Zensorin Mary Crosswell 

Schalzmeislerin Helen Brown 

Musikdireklorin Ruth Brown 

Beglelterin Charlotte Jackson 

PROGRAMM KOMITEE 

Eleanor Pinkston Vorsitzenderin 

Lavalette Sloan Fraulein Trebein 

Ruth Brown Fraulein Almon 

Antoinette Blackburn Fraulein Meinhardt 









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PROPYLEAN LITERARY SOCIETY 

PRESENTS 

The Cricket on the Hearth 

BY 

CHARLES DICKENS 

Dramatized by Albert Smith 

DRAMATIC PERSON/E 

John Perrybingle (a carrier) Laura Mel Towers 

Mr. Tacklelon (a toy maker) Frances Dukes 

Caleb Plummer (his man) JuLIA PratT Smith 

Old Gentleman Helen Brown 

Dot (Perrybingle's Wife) LavALETTE Sloan 

Bertha (a blind girl) Geraldine Hood 

Mrs. Fielding . Nell McLean 

May Fielding Mary Champe 

Tilly Slowboy Lilly Joiner 

Act I. Interior of John Perrybingle's Col, age. 
Act II. The abode of Caleb Plummer. 
Act 111. Same as Act I. 



THE MNEK'IOSYNEAN LITERARY SOCIETY 

PRESENTS 

A Mid-Summer Night's Dream 

BY 

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE 

Saturday, Dec. 16, 19 M 



DRAMATIC PERSON/E 

Theseus, Duke of Athens AnnIE C. McLanE 

Lysander I - , , , , ' Marie MacIntvre 

in love with Hermia ", 

Demetrius I ( LuLA White 

Quince, the Presenler pRAN'CES West 

Lung, the Lion BevERLV AndeRSON 

Bollom, Pyramus May Joe Lott 

Flute, Thisbe LoTTiE May Blair 

Snout, Moon . . . . ' Amedia Sadler 

Starveling, Wall ICatherine Kennedy 

Hippolyta, Queen of Amazons Alice Beach 

Hermia, in love with Lysander Carol Stearns 

Helena, in love with Demetrius Martha Brenner 

Oberon, King of Fairies Fannie G. Mayson 

Titania, Queen of Fairies Anna Colquitt 

Puck, a Fairy . Eleanor Pinkston 

Scene: A Wood Near Athens. 



MNEMOSYNEAN LITERARY SOCIETY 

PRESENTING 

"As You Like It." 

BY 

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE 

April Seventeenth, Nineteen Hundred and Eleven 

CAST OF CHARACTERS 

The Duke Mathilde Brenner 

Amiens Theodosia Cobbs 

Jaques Eleanor Pinkston 

Oliver Fannie G. Mayson 

Orlando CHARLOTTE REYNOLDS 

Adam LoTiiE May Blair 

William May Joe Lott 

Touchstone Louise Wells 

Sylvius Lois Patillo 

Corin Annie Chapin McLane 

Rosalind Anna Colquitt 

Celia Carol Stearns 

Phoebe Theodosia Willingham 

Audrey Mary Louise Spurlock 

A Box of Monkeys 

A Farce 
COLLEGE CHAPEL 

Februarys, 1912 

CAST OF CHARACTERS 
Edward Ralston L. H. Johnson 

A promising young American, half owner of the Surra Gold Mine 
Chauncey Oglethorpe C. W. Dieckmann 

His Partner, Second Son of Lord Doncasler 
Mrs. Ondego-Jhones Laura Mel Towers 

An Admirer of Rank 
Sierra-Bengaline Lavalette K. Sloan 

Her Niece, a Prairie Rose 
Lady Guinevere Llandpoore Leslie Sawtelle 

An English Primrose, daughler of the Earl of Paynaught 




R. S. H. Fire Department 

Lily Joiner Chief 

Lottie May Blair ^''^^ Lieutenant 



.Anna Colquitt 

Louise McNulty 

Emma Pcpe Mess 



CORRIDOR LIEUTENANTS 

Kathleen Kennedy 
Helen Smith 
Hazel Pettingell 



BRIGADE 



Lavalette Sloan 

£thel McConnell 
Annie Webb 

Maude Gary 

Hattie Montgomery 
Marie McIntyre 
Grace Harris 



Leader of Brigade 

Roberta Morgan 
Frances Dukes 
Frances West 
Sarah Hansell 
Irene Flegal 
Mary Harris 










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Eleanor Pinkston, 


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Janette 


Newton 












Antoinette 


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Ma 


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Hazel 


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Julia Nuzum 










Margaret Houser 




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Nell Cl 


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'"Twas at the silent solemn hour 
When night and morning meet." 

(Hamilion and Mallett). 

"And hither Morpheus sent his kindest dre; 
(Thomson). 

"And on a sudden, lo! 

Rose an arm clothed in white 

And brandished him three limes " 

(Tennyson). 



THE FIRE BRIGADE 

(In Standard Literature.) 

"Wake thou!" 



A midnight be 



(Fletcher). 



"With such a horrid clang 

As on Mount Sinai rang!' 



(Milton). 



The voice is on the rollii 



(Tennvson). 



(Shelly). 



"Turn thee, turn thee, on thy pillow!" 

(Tennyson). 

"Rise and put on your foliage. . . . 
Take no care for jewels and for hair!" 
(Herrkk). 



"Come and trip it as you go, 
On the light fantastic loe." 



(Milton). 



"And from them 'rose 

A cry that shivered to the tingling stars, 
And as it were one voice, a-n agony 
Of lamentation. " 

(Tcnnvson). 

"With stammering voice and insufficient sound." 
(Elizabeth Browning). 



"But she that rose 
Howled aloud, 'I 



the tallest of them all. 
im on fire!" " 

(Tennyson). 



" 'Stretch forth thy hand,' thus ended she 
'And help a wretched maid to flee!'" 

(ColeriJge). 



"More she had spake but 



ed," 

(Pope). 



"Methought I heard a voice cry. 
Sleep no more! " 

(Shakespeare). 

"She rose, and forth with steps they passed 
That strove to be and were not fast," 

(ColeriJge). 

"And all the girls were out." 

(Meredith). 
"In marching order as spread of long-necked cranes,' 
(Arnold). 

"But such a tide as moving seems asleep." 
(Tennyson). 




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I. Saturday — No picnic in "Fool's Paradise" this year, but something which surprised 
all parties concerned — a HOLIDAY ! 

2. Sunday — Result of the dissipation of a holiday: too few at Sunday School to have 

classes. 

3. Monday — Freshmen entertain Juniors in Ireland, Japan, Spain, Holland, France 

and the United States. Sophs jealous, but nothing to be done. 

4. Tuesday — Some of the Juniors fail to show up at classes. 

6. Thursday — Academy plays, "To Meet Mr. Thompson" and "The Bull Terrier 

ind the Baby." 
9. Sunday — Miss Sturgess' canary bird is indisposed. 
10. Monday — Yearly performance of alumnae, "Living Pictures." 
12. Wednesday — Rejoicing in psychology, ethics and Bible. Mr. Armstrong has gone 

to Presbytery. 
1 4. Friday — All hands to work, clothes baskets, wheelbarrows and aprons — we moved 

into the new library. 
16. Sunday — Early morning serenade by the white winged Easter angels (?) 

1 7. Monday — Allie Candler entertained the Propylean Literary Society at a beautiful 

reception. Excellent presentation of "As You Like It" by the Mnemosynean 
Literary Society. , 

2 1 . Friday — New student government officers elected. 

26. Wednesday — Freshmen go to see the wonderful parade of old Confederate Soldiers, 

feelmg it their duty on account of a holiday. 

27. Thursday — The Georgia Electric Railway Co. send the first car on their private 

line between Agnes Scott and the Auditorium, for Grand Opera has begun. 

28. Friday — Dr. Arbuckle forgets his geology class. 

29. Saturday — The long expected educational inspector arrived today. Consternation 

among faculty and students. 

30. Sunday — Dr. Sweet's office crowded with excuse-seekers. Marvelous tales of Af- 

rica from an old Agnes Scott girl, Bessie Sentelle Martin. , 




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Monday — May day — but no may-pole dances in the rain. 

Tuesday — Hot discussion in arbitrary committee of the two societies. Miss Louise 
Wells insisted that debaters shall stand with right foot advanced four and three- 
fourths inches, left hand held firmly, palm inward, at left side a"d eyes fixed stead- 
ily on Dr. Armistead, who shall stand in the rear of the chapel. 

Wednesday — Startling case of measles devloped in Junior class. Tennis tourna- 
ment progresses. 

Saturday — Invitations out for the Junior banquet. 

Monday — Moonlight nights enjoyed by all. Excellent opportunities for "crushes." 

Wednesday — Last day of classes for the semester. 

Thursday — Lamentations! Exams! "Woe is we." 

Saturday — Geology chase bugs and rocks through unheard-of stages. 

Wednesday — And again I say recitals! 

Eleanor P.: "Colie, you know anybody who's going to that musical?" 
Eleanor C. : "No, but I heard the organ going." 

Thursday — Academy cantata for the fortunate ones. 

Friday — Junior banquet — event of the year. 

Saturday — Class day. Sprig of ivy planted by the new library. 

Sunday — Stately procession headed by the black-robed Seniors marches to church 
in Decatur. P. M. — Seniors hold forth at Y. W. C. A. 
-Monday — The cats are turned loose — Glee Club! 

Tuesday — Eventful day. The common herd feasted on chicken salad at twelve. 
The quaking Seniors enter the dining hall on the arms of their predecessors at two 
o'clock and feasting and drinking lasts till five-thirty. Word fight, commonly 
called "Debate, " ensues between the two societies, under the valiant leadership 
of Miss L. K. Sloan, the "Props" come out on top. Pellissier, ethics, trig, and 
a few other beloved books are fondly cast into the seething flames by the Seniors. 

Wednesday — All-day speaking and dinner on the grounds. All the Seniors get their 
tassels twisted. Eight speeches from the four corners of the earth. Dr. Gaines 
gets the keys and now all the new buildings can be locked. 
Fare thee well ! Fare thee well ! 
Tears, idle tears ! 




26. Friday — Home! All sleep late and have breakfast in bed, a college girl's ideal. 
June — Agnes Scott delegation sails for parts unknown. Agnes Scott represented 
at various University commencements. She also does not fail to have a fair rep- 
resentation at the Asheville Summer Conference. 
24. July — Agnes Scott foreign delegation hold quite a reunion in Germany. 

August — Usual summer flirtation at the seaside and in the mountains (no visible 
results, however) . 

12-15. September — Dressmakers and dentists patronized. Supplies of soap, tooth paste, 
powder and writing material. Fathers wonder if such things can not be bought 
in the great Atlanta. 

15. Friday — (At A. S. C.) Brushes and sapolio appear. 

1 6. Saturday — Little purple and white badges sent out to be pinned on the left shoulder 
to catch Mr. Bachman. 

17. Sunday — (At Home). "Ae fond kiss and then we sever, 
Ae fond kiss, alas! forever!" 

I 9. Tuesday — Vacation ended. 

Farewell, vain world, with all thy joys ! 
Farewell to home, farewell to boys! 
Decreed it is that we must part, 
(Ah, hush thee now, thou tell-tale heart) 
Asundered ways from this loved spot. 
You to Georgia, I to Agnes Scott. 
Farewell vain world with all thy joys ! 
Farewell to home, farewell to boys ! 




I 9. Tuesday — Julia Piatt Smith and Ruth Slack arrive on the scene to help Dr. Gaines 
open college. 

20. Wednesday — Under the "protecting arm," the Virginia delegation arrive on the 

early morning tram. 

21. Thursday — More new girls! Formal opening of the session. Freshmen are re- 

quested to bring handkerchiefs when they appear before the classification. 

7.2. Friday — Entrance exams begin. 

23. Saturday — Several girls move into the main building. Regular classes meet. 

Y. W. C. A. reception. Mr. Olivier makes his debut in Agnes Scott society. 

24. Sunday — The Decatur boys begin attending church again. 

25. Monday — Astronomy class begins with a comet — fatal sign! 

26. Tuesday — The pens of German 2 are dumb before Miss Trebein's fluency. Y. W. 

C. A. lawn party. 

27. Wednesday — "Y. W." rushing waxes exciting. 

28. Thursday — Onslaught begins in dead earnest. "Newies" fed by the M. L. S. 

29. Friday — Further feeding for the "newies" by P. L. S. 

30. Saturday — No rest for the "newies," M. L. S. "prom." 



'Tis certainly true 

'Tis lonely to be new. 

But— 

There's entrance exams 

For which one crams ; 

And— 

Rushing's quite a bore. 



To walk up the floor 

And 

Right down again. 

Walk, walk, without end. 

Then — 

Sunday thoughts of ma. 

And we away so far! 




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Sunday — Rushing transferred to church and Y. W. meeting. 

Monday — Again the "rushees" are rushed. They make their last appearance at 
the P. L. S. prom. 

Tuesday — Mr. Maclean requests Miss Hopkins to forbid screammg in the society 
halls. 

Wednesday— Final decision ! M. L. S. ? P. L. S. ? 

Friday — Biology class begins their grasshopper chase. 

Saturday — The new girls make their formal introduction into society. 

Monday — Why is a Freshman like a watermelon? Soph: Because she's green 
outside and fresh inside. Evidently the Sophs didn't consider her green enough 
for they painted the Freshmen green in the wee small hours — but forgot the tur- 
pentine. 

Little drops of turpentine. 
Little drops of paint. 
Make a cunning Freshmen 
Out of one that ain't. 

Tuesday — Freshmen have rattlers and bibs for breakfast, 
spent the night in Room 39. 

Wednesday — Cautious Sophs arise at four to be on the watch, 
men sleep on. 

Thursday — Astronomy class ascend the ladder to the "observatory" on Science 
Hall roof. 

Saturday — Miss Colton makes her farewell address to the girls before her depar- 
ture to Korea. 

Monday — Propyleans delightfully entertained by Allie Candler. Freshmen have 
a white-robed parade and dance around a witch's fire. Dr. Patton calls up to 
know if there's anything the matter. 

Wednesday — Fresh vs. Soph in baseball. Sophs beat 11 to 10. 

Thursday — What'Il happen next? Agnes Scott girls go to see "Madame Sherry." 

Friday — Senior class wax enthusiastic among their pots and pans. 

Monday — Miss Berry talks of the mountain school. 

Tuesday — Younger members of faculty substitute theatre for faculty meeting. 

Thursday — Anne McLane and May Joe Lott wish to drop astronomy. Mr. Olivier 
objects. 

Saturday — Alabama football boys take possession of A. S. C. parlors. 



Twenty-four Freshmen 
Innocent Fresh- 





1 . Wednesday — The astonomy class again make a graceful ascent to gaze at the 
heavenly bodies. 

3. Friday — Cornelia Cooper cut her English 6 class. 

5. Sunday — L. S. "crushed to the earth;" here's hoping she'll "rise again." 

7. Tuesday — Inman Hall converted into a manse. 

8. Wednesday — Preachers take the place. Agnes opens her arms by a reception. 

I 1 . Saturday — Ninuzza calls on Miss Markley. 

1 3. Monday — Miss Hopkins announces in dining hall that if any one has any old 
clothes to please take them to Miss Anna Colqnitt. 

14. Tuesday — Miss Hopkins lectures to college girls according to Robert Herrick's 
theme, "There's not a budding boy or girl this day but is got up." 

20. Monday — Miss Sawtelle and Mr. Olivier chaperone a party of teachers and girls to 

Stone Mountain. 

21. Tuesday — First meeting of "Deutsche Gesellschaft. " Nellie Fargason escapes 

through the window. 

22. Wednesday — Annual staff threatened with popularity. 

27. Monday dinner. 

Is this a fast, to keep 

The larder lean 

And clean 
From fat of veals and sheep? 

28. Tuesday — Aesthetic gymnastics begin. Guaranteed to make a stick graceful. 

30. Thursday — Turkey day. Miss Sturgess arises to the occasion and general rejoic- 
ing ensues. Centerpieces of fruit borne away to the orphans. 
A box from home. 

Some cake and meat ; 
A sigh, a groan — 
Then Doctor Sweet! 




1 . Friday — The Senior class, they made some cake. 
All on a winter's day, 
And put it in the stove to bake. 
And there they let it stay. 

But when the cake was broken 

Miss Richardson did cry: 
'Tis tougher than whit-leather; 

Eat it and you will die! " 

4. Monday — "Deutsche Gesellschaft" again holds a convocation. 

5. Mr. Olivier's numerous questions startle his students. 

9. Saturday — Match basket ball game of season. Score: Seniors 36 vs. Juniors 
I 0. Sophs I I vs. Freshs, 1 4. Miss Sawtelle entertains teams afterward. 
In the hours of night. 
Freshmen dressed in white; 
Shouting o'er the game 
Danced around the flame 
Until Miss Hopkins came. 
Then the Freshmen all in white 
Betook themselves to flight. 
1 3. Wednesday — Arrival of an Agnes Scott granddaughter — Marie Randolph Mc- 
Afee. 
15. Friday — Seniors don their caps and gowns under the auspices of Dr. Gaines and 

Miss Richardson. 
I 6. Saturday — Christmas shopping begins. Kresses' popular. Mnemosynean Society 

present "Mid Summer Night's Dream." 
i 8. Monday — Faculty delightfully entertained by home economics class. German Club 

Christmas tree. 
1 9. Tuesday — Packing in full sway. 
20. Wednesday — All off for the holidays. 




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3. Wednesday — Sad return to prison walls. Girls talk all night relating Christmas 

conquests. 

4. Thursday — Classes begin. 

Backward, turn backward ! O time on your way, 
Make it Christmas again just for to-day! 

7. Sunday — Ground all covered with snow. Girls going to church have to have pro- 

tection from Decatur boys. Snow men spring up like mushrooms. 

8. Monday — "Fire! Fire! Pour on water!" Excitement when the brigade was called 

out ; but they went back to bed — and the house burned down. 

I 3. Saturday — Another beautiful world of snow. Maud Gary m her glory again. 

1 6. Tuesday — Last classes for the first semester. 

17. Wednesday — Exams! Exams! 

1 7-27. No news in Agnes Scott world save news of private interest — failure or flunk. 

25. Thursday — Can't get ahead of Inman. They had to have a fire, too, even if it was 
the White House. 

27. Saturday — Steam let off by means of the Y. W. kid party. 
Little Freshie gladly sings. 
Exec's untied its apron strings! 
She can go to town alone. 
Go without a chaperon! 




2. Friday — (Mr. Dieckmann coming in for rehearsal plays softly on the organ) : 
"What ails this sound? 
It dances, jumps around 
As if some spirit fell 
Had on it cast enchanted spell!" 

Then to the organ door he hied 
And the organ lock he tried ; 
"What! Locked?" cried he, 
"Into it surely then I'll see." 



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With efforts sure, he ope'd the door. 
And mounted to the second floor ; 
Aghast he stood. "Well, I do tell ! 
Live spirits in the swell!" 

Saturday — "The Box of Monkeys" is opened and proves the greatest success yet 
achieved on the Agnes Scot stage. Mr. Dieckmann is the graceful recipient of a 
beautiful bouquet. Emma Pope Moss and Ruth Slack get in free. 

Sunday — Suspicious smoke discovered in several Rebekah Scott rooms. 

Tuesday — Delegation off to Chattanooga. Marion Black, Lily Joiner and Hazel 
Pettingell manifest the true convention habit. 

Thursday — Home economics class visits Nunnally's and the superintendent rashly 
said, "Help yourself to candy." 

Wednesday — Valentine parties abound. 

Annual Staff grows gray headed in a day. 

Thursday — George Washington Scott's birthday — a holiday for his granddaugh- 
ter, Agnes. Sophomores entertain the Seniors. 




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First Base Anna Colquitt 

Second Base Mary Champe 

Short Stop ZOLLIE McArTHUR 

Third base Charlotte Jackson 

Right Field Katherine Kennedy 

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Two Visits 



Little Miss Freshie (may her sins decrease)! 

Awoke one night from a dream of peace 

And saw within the candle-light of her room 

Making it sad like a day of gloom, 

"Chape" writing in the book of doom. 

Exceeding fear had made Miss Freshie bold, 

And to the presence in the room she said, 

"What writes! thou?" Now "Chape" then raised her head. 

And with a look of "restrictions" accord, 

Answered, "The names of those who offend the law. 

"And is mine one?" said Freshie. "Yea, 'tis so. 

Replied the "Pres." Fresh spoke more low 

But cherrily still, "I pray you then. 

Write me as one who in the least offends. 

Then Chape wrote and vanished. The next night 

She came again with great awakening light 

And showed the names of those with restrictions blessed. 

And lo! Maid Freshman's name led all the rest. 

LiDlE TORREY MiNTER. 

In Ethics Class: Why is Nellie Fargason so fond of repealing the 
word obligate? Can you guess? 



To My Alarm Clock 

Upon the chair beside my bed 
The faithful alarm clock stands. 
My clock, a trusty friend to be. 
With steady, oul-strelched hands. 
And the tie that binds us each to each 
Is strong as iron bands. 

Week in, week out, e er morning light 

You can hear his jolly ring. 

You can hear him sing his shrilly song 

The length of every wmg. 

At half-past four, from my deep sleep 

I am startled by his ding. 

Chilling, thrilling, stilling 
Round and around he goes. 
He wakes me to another task; 
To-day it's Latin prose. 
It must be done e'er breakfast 
At the expense of a night s repose. 

I reckon (hanks is due to ihee 
For the lessons thou hast made; 
Thus do we toil at A. S. C. 
With the faithful alarm clock's aid; 
Thus do we burn the mid-nighl oil 
And rise e er the night stars fade. 




From the Glee Club 

Model Cirls of A. S. C. 
We are heroines of this story true 

Girls of A. S. C. Girls of A. S. C. 
Models of decorum, examples to you 

Oh the model girls of A. S. C. 
We never broke a rule or regulation 

Don't know what it is to flunk examination 
All of our virtues defy tabulation 

Oh, the model girls of A. S. C. 

We are so industrious — we love to work 

Girls of A. S. C. Girls of A. S. C. 
None of our duties do we ever shirk 

Oh! the model girls of A. S. C. 
Studying is always our chief occupation 

Not enough to do is our worst tribulation 
We ve no time for men in our calculation 

Oh, the model girls of the A. S. C. 

We never eat indigestible messes 

Girls of A. S. C. Girls of A. S. C. 
We never wear those horrid hobble dresses 

Oh the model girls of A. S. C. 
After lights we never, never get a knock 

We are the joy and comfort of the Proc 
Our dear Miss Hopkins we never shock 

Oh the model girls of A. S. C. 

This of our story is the short and long 
Girls of A. S. C. Girls of A. S. C 

This is the end of our little song 
Oh the model girls of A. S. C. 

We always act just as we're besought to 

And if you doubt this, well then you ought to 

Because we are model girls of A. S. C. 



The Freshman and the Yeast 

Along came a Freshman to Agnes Scolt 
Sing-song, Killy-hitchy-ki-me-o 
Of knowledge and power she sought not 
Slng-Song, Kitty-hitchy-ki-me-o 

The first assignment was a regular course 
Sing-song, Kitty-hitchy-ki-me-o 
At first she tried then cned herself hoarse 
Sing-song, Kilty-hitchy-ki-me-o 

She went to Lab. in Domestic Science 
Sing-song, Kitty-hitchy-ki-me-o 
To try her hand at "food appliance" 
Sing-song, Kitty-hitchy-ki-me-o 

One cup of flour, a pinch of salt 

Of yeast four cakes (or so she thought) 

Then knead all day and leave to rise 

The next day came nib with a good surprise. 

The rolls looked great and Freshie did eat 

Sing-song, Kitty-hilchy-ki-me-o 

But oh those four big cakes of yeast 

(Spoken) 
Given four cakes of yeast to one girl to prove; 
The result, (sack is blown up). 

They buried poor Freshie up in a tree 
Sing-song, Kitty-hitchy-ki-me-o 
That others passing, the martyr might gee. 
Sing-song, Kilty-hitchy-ki-me-o 




And Their Names were Maude 

Once on a lime at Agnes Scolt 

Freshie Maude Gary and Freshie Maude Loll, 

Who'd never seen snow unlil thai day. 

Went oul together to romp and play. 

On Rebekah Scott porch they made a snow man 

And dressed him all up so spick and so span 

In full evening dress (except his red hat.) 

And there on the porch many a day he sat ; 

Till out at last came the cruel sun 

And spoiled what these Freshies had done. 




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A fool there was and she did not think 

(Even as you and 1.) 
Of the toil and the oil and the pots of ink, 
Of marks and how ihey needs must sink. 
And she took Arm's Comp. as quick as a wink 

(Even as you and I.) 

Oh, the hours we waste and the tears we waste. 

And the work of our head and hand. 
Belong to the course we can not do, 
(Which now we know we never can do) 
And never can understand. 

Of the toil we lost, mid-night oil we lost. 

And the excellent things we planned; 
Arm says, "do you think they are really worth whil 
And now we know they are not worth while. 
And we wonder where we'll land. 

And it isn't the shame and it isn't the blame 

Thai slings like a while-hot brand. 
It's coming to know that we've got to hop 
And wrile for that course we can not drop. 

Why? — we can not understand. 



Azellc 




HE lives in the storm, in the very stormiest part of it. She is the only white- 
ness to be found in all the deep darkness, but Azella controls it as she 
does everything and in her power lies its deep mightiness. To find her 
all other things must be put aside ; you must think of her only and then 
sometimes she comes. 

Often and when I need her most she will come and whisper that she, and she only, 
loves me truly. And I — well, always I have loved her and reverenced the very fierceness 
that brings her, that talks of her, that soothes me. I whisper her name ; she is near me 
and I am strong. 

Last night I needed her. I wanted her terribly. The thunder pealed, the lightning 
flashed, but there was no Azella. Somehow I could not get my mind off of other things 
enough to think of her only. I was disappointed and discouraged, for the storm was nearly 
over and I had not found her. But I did not give up — Azella despises that. "Ah, 
Azella, if I could tell you. If you could only know." 

Then suddenly I saw her — not as she usually was, but somehow I knew her; it was 
my Azella. She was all red and dazzling and flashed into my dream, even more real^ 
to me than ever before. 

"Now, I'm going to show you my real self; it is not white, but red, true red." 

Then she came closer and I could see into the truest part of her — it was all as real and 
vivid and decided as the scarlet of her. And I knew as I had never known before that 
I loved her far above anything or any one. Then I saw that she was more to me than 
a childish fancy, more than favorite fairness — more even than the mere spirit that lived 
in the storm. She saw that I knew; it was what she had waited for. 

"I'm going out of your sight. But not from your mind; not from your life. I'll 
come, and I am yours, only yours. And you are mine." 

But Azella waited not for an answer. She, too, had looked deep down into my soul, 
as I into hers. She fled on the wheels of the storm. But as she went a great breath 
of perfume came back to me — it was real, enchanting, strong, even; yes, it was the 
scarlet fragrance the storm breathed back for me, for Azella. 

LiDIE TORREY MiNTER, '14. 



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Adams, Bertha, Pine Apple, Ala. 

Anderson, Beverley, 209 Madison St., Lynchburg, 

Va. 
Anderson, Grace L., Decalur, Ga 
Anderson. Margaret, 23 S. Cher 

Salem, N. C. 
Anderson, Mary, Bprnesville, Ga. 
Ashcraft, Jean, Monroe, N. C. 

Baker, Katherine, 208 Madison St., Lynchburg, Va. 

Beach, Alice, Springfield, Tenn. 

Bedinger, Mary, 51 Waddell St., Atlanta, Ga. 

Black, Marion, 221 S. Court St., Montgomery, Ala. 

Blackburn, Antoinette, 489 Spring St., Atlanta. Ga. 

Blair, Lottie May, Monroe, N. C. 

Blair, Nell, Gadsden, Ala. 

Blue, Ruth, Union Springs, Ala., and 629 Pied- 
mont Ave., Atlanta, Ga. 

Bogacki, Olivia, 34 Commerce St., Monlgomery, 
Ala. 

Bomer, Cherry, Vicksburs, Miss. 

Bosi, Myrah, 314 Lake Ave., Atlanta, Ga. 

Brenner, Martha, 1363 Broad St., Augusta, Ga. 

Briesenick, Gertrude, 509 G St., Brumwick, Ga. 

Brightwell, Nell, Decatur, Ga. 

Brovi'er, Anne, Newnan, Ga. 

Brown, Edithe, Dothan, Ala. 

Brown, Elizabeth, Paragould, Ark. 

Brown, Helen, 535 Vine St., Chatlanooja, Tenn. 

Brown, Margaret, 535 Vine St., Chattanooga, Tenn. 

Brown, Mary, Stamps, Ark. 

Brown, Ruth, Decatur, Ga. 

Bryan, Annie Pope, Decatur, Ga. 

Bryan, Mary, 623 S. 22d St., Birmingham, Ala. 

Bulgin, Elizabeth, Franklin, N. C. 

Candler, AUie, Druid Hills, Ga. 

Champe, Mary, Lexington, Va. 

Chason, Maude, Bainbridge, Ga. 

Clarke, Kate, 418 Alabama St., Montgomery, Ala. 

Clarke, Nell, 219 Ellis St., Augusta, Ga. 

Cobbs, Theodosia, 16 Iberville St., Mobile, Ala. 

Cofer, Ruth, 61 Oak St., Atlanta. Ga. 

Colquitt, Anna, Mulberry, Fla. 

Converse, Harriet, Valdosla, Ga. 

Cooper, Cornelia, 155 Peoples St., Atlanta, Ga. 

Crosswell, Mary, Greenville, S. C. 

Cunningham, Lois, 787 Ca'der A\e., Beaumont, Tex. 

Curry, Mae, Valdosta, Ga. 



Daley, Lucile, 228 Grant BIdg., 
Duke, Edna, Heflin. Ala. 
Dukes, Frances, Quitman, Ga. 
Duncan, Beth, Elberton, Ga. 
Dunwoody, Cornelia, Kirkwood, 
DuPree, Nell, Hawkinsville, Ga 



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Enzor, Mary, Troy, Ala. 

Fargason, Nellie, 45 Poplar Circle, Atlanta, Ga. 

Farmer, Janie, Dothan, Ala. 

Flegal, Irene, Monte Sano, Augusta, Ga. 

Fort, Mary Dudley, Americus, Ga. 

Frierson, Everette, Andalusia, Ala. 

Fuller, Sallie Belle, 85 E. Merritts Ave., Atlanta, 

Ga. 
Gary, Maude, 718 Greene St., Augusta, Ga. 
Gully, Annie, 2608 7th St., Meridian, Miss. 

Hall, Martha, Adel, Ga. 
Hall, Minnie, Columbus, Ga. 

1, Ethel, No. 5, Box 165, Atlanta, Ga. 
,, Jessie, Elba, Ala. 
lilton, Mary, Lexington, Va. 
sell, Sarah, Thomasville, Ga. 
Mifnon, Calhoun, Ga. 

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Harper, Lil 

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Harris, Grace, 912 Government St., Mobile, Ala. 
Harris, Mary, 912 Government St., Mobile, Ala. 
Harris, Lucile, 101 N. 19th St., Ft. Smith, Ark. 
Heaton, Genevieve, Decalur, Ga. 
Henderson, Joyce, Monticello, Ga. 
Herron, Sammie, Trezevant, Tenn. 
Hicks, Ruth, Dublin, Ga. 

Hill, Rosa, 616 Washington St., Greenville, S. C. 
Holmes, Mildred. Sylvester, Ga. 
Houser, Margaret, Anniston, Ala. 
Huff, Gladys, 215 15th St., Columbus, Ga. 
Hutcheson, Louise, Decatur, Ga. 
Hyer, Mary, Orlando, Fla. 

Irvin, Anme, 348 Telfair St., Augusta, Ga. 

lackson, Charlotte, Tuscumbia. Ala. 
Jenkins, Annie Tait, Crystal Springs, Miss. 
Joerg, Lusetle, Columbus, Ga. 
Joiner, Lily, Hawkinsville, Ga. 
Jones, Emma, Decatur, Ga. 



Kill, Mary Frances, Pa-cagoula, Miss. 
Kelly, Annis, Vienna, Ga. 
Kelly, Mary, Monticello, Ga. 
Kelly, Martha, Monticello. Ga. 
Kennedy, Kathleen, Pulaski, Tenn. 
Kennedy, Katherine, Brick CSurch, Tenn. 
King, Sallie Mai, Elklon, Tenn. 

Lee, Virginia, Monroe, N. C. 

Link, Mary Lawson, Abbeville, S. C. 

Lott, May Joe, 827 Union St., Brunswick, Ga 

Lott, Maude, 827 Union St., Brunswick, Ga. 



Maddox, Lula, 6701 Walker Ave., Birmingham, 

Ala. 
Maness, Mary Louise, Decatur, Ga. 
Marcus, Fannie, 122 Park Ave., W., Savannah, Ga. 
Mayson, Fannie, 274 Ponce de Leon, Atlanta, Ga. 
Meek, Mabel, Warren, Ark. 

Miller, Linda, 461 W. Peachtree, Atlanta, Ga. 
Minler, Lid.e, Lyler, Ala. 
Montgomery, Annie, Yazoo City, Miss. 
Montgomery, Florence, Yazoo City, Miss. 
Montgomery, Hallie Earle, 827 S. 30th St., Bir- 

mmgham, Ala. 
Moon, Leonelle, Cartersv.lle, Ga. 
Morgan, Roberta, Heflin, Ala. 
Moss, Emma Pope, Marietta, Ga. 
Murray, Ruth, Newnan, Ga. 

McAllister, Beatrice, Lavonia, Ga. 
McArthur, Louise, Mount Vernon, Ga. 
McArthur, Zollie, Fort Valley, Ga. 
McConnell, Ethel, Commerce, Ga. 
McDowell, Gertrude, Griffin, Ga. 
McElmurray, Ruth, Waynesboro, Ga. 
McEnlire, Rachel, Cartersville, Ga. 
MacGaughey, Jame, 66 Oak St., Atlanta. Ga. 
McGmre, Mildred, Franklin, N. C. 
Maclntyre, Marie, 95 Peeples St., Atlanta, Ga. 
McKay, Ethel, 560 Orange St., Macon, Ga. 
McLane, Annie Chapin, corner Spring and Brain- 
ard, Pensacola, Fla. 

McLarty, Anna, Decalur, Ga. 

McMath, Louise, 1514 2d Ave., Columbus, Ga. 

McMillan, Gladys, Pensacola, Fla. 

McMillan, Louise, Acworth, Ga. 

McNully, Louise, Dawson, Ga. 

Naive, Lucy, 219 Marion St., Clarksville, Tenn. 

Newton, Janette, Gabbettville, Ga. 

Norris, Joe, Hoopeston, 111. 

Norwood, Isabel, 520 S. Perry St., Montgomery, 

Ala. 
Nuzum, Julia, 920 Greensboro Ave., Tuscaloosa, 

Ala. 

Oberlev, Louise, McRae, Ga. 

Parker, Catherine, 353 W. Peachtree St., Atlanta, 

Ga. 
Pettingell, Hazel, 1923 Monroe St., Toledo, Ohio 
Pinkston, Eleanor, Greenville, Ga. 
Pittard, Mary, WinlerviUe, Ga. 
Powes, Mary, Warren, Ark. 



Rawlings, Mary. Sandersville, Ga. 

Reid, Grace, Palmetto, Ga. 

Richardson, Kale, Rayle, Ga. 

Roberts, Essie, Fairburn, Ga. 

Roberts, Margaret, Valdosta, Ga. 

Roberts, Mary Glenn, Canton, Ga. 

Rogers, Hazel. Panola, Ala. 

Rogers, Janie, Gainesville, Ala. 

Rogers, Martha, 350 W. Peachtree St., Atlanta, 

Ga. 
Rudich, Pearl, Hawkinsville, Ga. 

Sadler, Almedia, Sheffield, Ala. 

Scarborough, Lucile, Choccolocco, Ala. 

Schimelpfenig, Louise, Piano, Texas. 

Schneider, Mary Helen, Adams Block, Chattanooga, 

Tenn. 
Seymour, Ninuzza, 435 S. Court St., Montgomery, 

Ala. 
Slack, R:uth, LaGrange, Ga. 
Slade, Mary, Columbus, Ga. 
Sloan, Lavaletle, 246 McCallie Ave., Chattanooga, 

Tenn. 
Smith, Florence, 238 W. Peachtree, Atlanta, Ga. 
Smith, Helen, Wauchula, Fla. 
Stackhouse, Mary, Americus, Ga. 
Staples, Jean, 528 Richmond Ave., Buffalo, N. Y. 
Stratford, Louise, 97 Capitol Square, Atlanta, Ga. 
Stearns, Carol, 29 Bellone St., Worcester, Mass. 
Summers, Katherine, Barnesville, Ga. 
Swaney, Frances, 401 High St., Chattanooga, Tenn. 
Sykes, Anna, Kianguin, China. 

Taylor, Edna, Cochran, Ga. 

Terrell, Grace, 95 Stonewall St., Atlanta, Ga. 

Towers, Laura Mel, 2019 I3lh Ave., Birmingham, 

Ala. 
Vick, Lucy, 718 N. I3ih St., Ft. Smith, Ark. 

Wade, Mary, Trenton, Tenn. 
Walker, Evelyn, Franklin, Ky. 
Wallace, Jean, Marietta, Ga. 
Warren, Louise, Waynesboro, Ga. 
Webb, Annie, 109 E. Broadway, Louisville, Ky. 
Wells, Marguerite, 724 Greene St.. Augusta, Ga. 
West, Frances, 728 Candler Bldg.. Atlanta. Ga. 
West. Mary. Decalur, Ga. 
White, Emy, Cartersville, Ga. 
White, Lula, 32 Howard St., Atlanta, Ga. 
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Theg are in a Distinctly Exclusive Class to Themselves 

Orders receive Prompt and Careful Attention. Just give 
us the name and address and Uncle Sam does the rest 

Brown & Allen 24 Whitehall St. 

Reliable Druggists Atlanta, Georgia 




ATLANTA'S LEADING FLORIST. 



Roses, Violets, 
Carnations and 
Chrysanthemums 

Cut flowers shipped to any 
point in the south. Write, 
wire or phone. Orders will 
receive prompt attention. 

Candler Bldg., 123 Peachtree St. 



Don't Fail to See Our Line of 

Spring Oxfords 
and Pumps 

— before you buy, as we will 
have in a few days the — 

" smartest of the season." 

R. C. BLACK, 
35 Whitehall 



Davison-Paxon-Stokes 
Company 

Store of 

Many 

Departments 

57-61 Whitehall Street 
Atlanta, Georgia 


Bell Phones 119 and 132 
Atlanta Phone 334 

FOR CHOICE 

J:^ lowers 

and Pretty Plants 

for alloccasions,gotothe 

West View Floral Co. 

105 Peachtree St., Atlanta, Ga. 


Max Kutz 

Millinerg 

Authoritative Styles 
Dependable Quality 

38 Whitehall St. 
Atlanta, Georgia 


Compliments 


Phillips 
& Crew 
Company 

Atlanta 
Savannah 

Established 
1865 


Kodaks 

— and Everything Worth 
While in PHOTOGRAPHY 
at our New Store. Skill- 
ful Developing and Printing 

Glen Photo Stock Co. 

117 Peachtree St., Atlanta 

Opposite Peidmont Hotel 


M. L. W I S E 

Cleaner and Dger 

Steam Cleaning, Dry Cleaning, Dyeing, 
Pressing and Altering of Ladies' and 
Gentlemen's Fine Garments. 

Telephones Ivv S-41 and hni 21 
Works; 10th and Boulevard 
Office: 820 Peachtree Street 

Atlanta, Georgia 



The Atlanta National Bank 

Atlanta, Georgia 
' Oldest National Bank 

in the Cotton States 
Capital $1,000,000 Surplus and Profit* $1,125,000 Deposits $6,500,000 



The Eugene V. Haynes Company 

Have Decidedly the Handsomest Stock of 

Artistic Gold Jewelry 

To be Found in Atlanta 
Alwavs Somethinu New. A. S. C. Class Pins Just Rereived 

Eugene V. Haynes Co., Jewelers and Importers Atlanta 



For pretty walls, without laps or spots, use 

Deco-Mura 

The New Sanitary Wall Finish 

Manufactured by 

The Tripod Paint Company 

Dealers in Paints, Oils, Wall Paper, etc. 

37-39 N. Pryor St.. ATLANTA. GA. 



Bell Phone 1576 Main 
Atlanta Phone 1654 

Roundtree Trunk and 
Bag Company 

W. Z. Turner, Manager 

11 Whitehall Street 



A. McD. Wilson. Pres. F. W. Bradt. Mgr 

A. R. Barth. Sec'it-Treas. 

A. Med. Wilson Co. 
Wholesale Grocers 

Phone 804 
55 and 57 East Alabama St. 
Atlanta, Georgia 



Southern Colleges 

Nearly all of those which issue hand- 
somely engraved Anniversaru and 
Comment ement Invitations are 
having them done by a Southern 
firm, who are doing very artistic work. 

IVe refer to 

J. P. STEVENS, of Atlanta, Ga. 

Invitation committees would do well to obtain their 
prices and samples before placing their orders 



Choicest 
Cut Flowers 
and Bouquets 
in the Citp 




/if. 9 9l ^Ay<?r S/reef 



Bell Phone Ivy 4969 
Atlanta Phone 2712 



Kodak Films Developed Free 

Prints made at regular prices. Quality Ma- 
terials. Honest Work. 100 Engraved Cards SI. 
Picture Framing, Reasonable Prices. A. S. C. 
Pennants and Sofa Pilloivs in stock and 
made to order, lennis Racquets and Athletic 
Goods. All goods guaranteed. Money refunded. 

THE COLLEGE "COOP" 

ShellD Ivu, Manager 

97 Peachtree Street 



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J. Regenstein 
Company 



M miner g and 
Readp-to- Wear 
Goods, Veiling 
Hosiery, Rib- 
bo ns, Neck- 
_ wear Novelties 



40 Whitehall St., Atlanta, Ga. 

New York Office: 637 Broadway 



Headquarters for- 



Tennis Goods, Silverware 
and Cut Glass 

King Hardware Co. 



53 Peachtree St. 
Atlanta, 



87 Whitehall St. 
Georgia 



Frohsin's 

Ladies' Misses' and Children's 

Ready-to-Wear Garments 

Centenieri Gloves 



50 Whitehall St., 



Atlanta, Ga. 



Dry Cleaning Dyeing 

Special Attention to 
Out-of-Town Orders 

French Dry Cleaning Co. 

JOSEPH MAY & SONS 
169 Peachtree St., Atlanta, Ga. 


Meet Me at 

CO\^'S 

60 Whitehall 


The 

Well-Dressed Girl 
Wears Weil-Made 

SHOES 

From 

BYCK'S 


He'll be glad to see 
us. I'll treat to soda 


"A Good Drug Store" 


^^ Atlanta, Birmingham & Atlantic R. R. ^^^ 

" The Standard of Excellence in Service " ^**^ 

^ Double Daily Electric Lighted Trains between 

Atlanta, South Georgia, Brunswick, and Florida. 

^ Pullman Sleepers between Atlanta and Waycross 
and Atlanta and Thomasville. Pullman Parlor 
Dining Cars on Day Trains between 
Atlanta and Waycross. 

^ Full Information Cheerfully Furnished. 

CITY TICKET OFFICE, 70 Peachtree St. 
Phones: Bell M. 11 Atlanta 223 

W. H. LEAHY, E. H. FELL, W. A. STOKES 
G- P- A. A. G. P. A. C. P. &, T. A. 

ATLANTA, GEORGIA 



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